Chapter 275: Pit Stop
Instead of driving all the way to the mansion, the group headed to Greg’s sleek penthouse overlooking the city skyline. It was already late, and the air was heavy with anticipation. Greg’s driver had taken Edward home, leaving just the three of them in the dimly lit, modern living room.
Greg couldn’t wait any longer. The silence was suffocating.
"Grace," he said firmly as he loosened his tie and dropped into the leather armchair across from her, "stop dragging this out. Whatever it is, just hit me with it. I’m tired of guessing."
Grace nodded once, her expression unreadable as she sat down on the sofa and placed a thick folder and a USB stick on the glass coffee table between them. Her voice dropped to a serious, almost conspiratorial tone.
"While you were away," she began, "my team found something... something big."
Greg leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.
Grace continued, "Remember the two witnesses from the shipping scandal? The ones who mysteriously ’died’ just days before they were set to testify?"
Greg nodded, jaw clenched.
"They left behind something," she said. "A video confession. Both of them. They knew they were being hunted. They recorded everything."
Greg’s heart skipped a beat—but before he could react, Grace added, "Unfortunately, their wives were so terrified, they panicked. Threw the flash drive into a lake. Thought it would keep their families safe."
Greg’s brows furrowed, his voice sharp. "Then how is this good news, Grace? You’re telling me the only evidence that could clear my company and destroy Duncan is sitting at the bottom of a lake?"