Chapter 768
Chapter 768:
Aiden arched an eyebrow, puzzled as he regarded Janice.
“I have a few ideas, but I’ll have to wait until Orson wakes up to be sure.” A thoughtful intensity flickered in Janice’s eyes. If her suspicions turned out to be true, the truth about what had happened that year would be unbelievably shocking.
A deafening bang shattered the quiet as the room door burst open, slamming against the wall with force. Mateo stormed in, crackling with fury.
Gilmore glanced up at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Mateo, you’ve been awfully dramatic lately. At this rate, I fear that poor door won’t survive many more of your tantrums.”
“What the hell have you done?” Mateo ignored the jab, his palm striking the table with a resounding thud as his glare bore into Gilmore.
“Father still hasn’t woken up, and we’ve yet to provide MO with a proper explanation for Harlan’s actions—yet here you are, provoking her?”
Unfazed, Gilmore asked casually, “Did you know Jorge had eavesdropped on our last conversation?”
Mateo stiffened, his anger momentarily cooling into something sharper as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You’re saying he overheard everything?”
Gilmore gave a slow, deliberate nod. “And you understand the significance of what we discussed. If that information gets out, it won’t just cause trouble—it’ll upend everything.”
But something didn’t sit right with Mateo. Jorge? Eavesdropping? That didn’t sound like him.
“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
Gilmore’s expression darkened with something close to disdain, his silence alone speaking volumes. The 100k was enough to reignite Mateo’s temper.
“What’s with that look? I can’t question you now?”
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝓬𝗈𝗺
“You and I both know what kind of man Jorge is. And yet, he came back to me, claiming he would betray you and side with me. That kind of fickleness doesn’t come without an agenda.” Gilmore poured another cup of coffee, nudging it towards Mateo.
Mateo eyed the coffee but made no move to take it. His mind was spinning. Jorge had been acting strange earlier.
He had excused himself, claiming a stomach ache. But it turned out he had gone to Gilmore.
“He was so convincing that anyone else would’ve fallen for it. But I paid attention. He touched the vase by the door.”
Mateo’s head snapped towards the vase standing in the corner. “What’s the matter with the vase?”
“I suspect it had a bug attached to it. The problem is, I’ve torn this place apart and found nothing,” Gilmore muttered, drumming his fingers against his cup, his irritation growing as the situation continued to slip beyond his control.
Mateo’s head snapped up. “And you killed him without proof?”
Gilmore scoffed. “What was I supposed to do? Let him walk out of here and spread our secret? The bug—if it exists—could still be in this room.” He had a nagging suspicion that Jorge’s act with the vase had been nothing more than a clever misdirection, a ploy to draw attention away from the real location of the bug.
But what unsettled him wasn’t just the possibility of the bug—it was the message Jorge might have sent before taking his last breath. That, more than anything, gnawed at him.
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