Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame

"Hunt them down? Like find Drew?" Sampson asked again, leaning forward this time. "Yes. He’s a slimy snake but, snakes always leave a trail, not because they want to but because they can’t help it. And Drew is a very careless one. His greed clouded his judgement, making him take bribes from them directly into his bank accounts without thinking of what could become of him if there should be a reckoning. So we will search for his trail and get him to confess." Tristan explained.

"Like hell he would." Theo muttered for the first time, running his hand across his face.

"He wouldn’t. Not willingly anyway. But we will make him talk. And while we search for him, we’d dig into the shell companies and organizations to find more concrete proof that they belong to Luther Corp, and I have a strong feeling that Luther uses them to launder money. I really hope I’m right because it will only make this case juicer." Tristan said, taking a large sip from his water. All the talking was exhausting him.

"And I suppose you’re going to hack into their server?" Sampson asked, although it sounded a little like a sentence.

"Yes, he will." Troy said." We’d need to know where to start looking. We don’t need anything much. Just some confessions, some ’willingly’ given copies of their waivers and proof of money laundering and that is more than enough to make a very juicy gate trap, one that would crash their stocks at once, giving them no way out." He explained.

"Hmmm." Sampson sighed, going over their bizarre plan in his head. To him it was filled with holes upon holes. "Luther is a slimy snake and coward who loves to play dirty. Would you play dirty when he starts?" He questioned, study Tristan’s face, because he knew the entire thing was his plan.

"Oh yes, we will. If it comes to that. Although we do not plan on giving him enough time for that. I plan on prepping him first, something to tilt his boat, so he doesn’t pay attention to the holes I’m making on the other side." He replied, like he had it all figured out in his head, but Sampson wasn’t done asking questions yet.

"I have another question, its a bit personal." On his last statement, he could see their expressions change into one that was cutting him off from their minds. "It’s not about your mates." He said in understanding, and it worked, because they opened up again, not completely.