Chapter 318

Chapter 318:

Together, they watched as Rose moved through the hotel, planting the bombs that would devastate their lives. Camille’s expression hardened with each passing second, while Victoria’s remained carefully neutral, the perfect mask she had perfected over decades in business.

When the video ended, Camille handed the phone back to Alexander, her movements controlled. Too controlled.

“They’re issuing a nationwide manhunt,” Alexander continued. “Her face will be on every news channel within the hour. The FBI wanted us to know first.”

Victoria reached for Camille’s hand. “Now everyone will know the truth.”

But Camille didn’t seem to hear her. “Six people dead,” she said, her voice distant. “Six people who came to support my foundation. Who believed in what we were trying to build…”

“This isn’t your fault,” Alexander said firmly.

“I know whose fault it is,” Camille replied, an edge of steel entering her voice. “I’ve always known.”

Victoria tightened her grip on Camille’s hand. “Remember your promise to me.” The simple words seemed to penetrate Camille’s hardening shell. She looked at Victoria, conflict evident in her eyes, the promise to choose creation over destruction battling with the raw anger the footage had rekindled.

“I remember,” she said finally. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t want justice.”

“Justice, yes,” Victoria agreed. “Revenge, no.”

Alexander’s phone rang again, the FBI with updated information. He stepped out into the hallway to take the call, leaving Camille and Victoria to their private struggle.

When he returned minutes later, his expression had changed.

“What now?” Camille asked.

“They’ve released her photo to the media,” Alexander reported. “And they’ve found something else—a rental car registered to one of Rose’s aliases. It was abandoned near the bus station the night of the bombing.”

“She’s…” Victoria said.

“Yes. But she left something behind,” Alexander hesitated. “A notebook. It contained detailed plans of Kane Industries headquarters. Floor plans, security protocols, staff schedules.”

Camille went perfectly still. “She was planning to target the company next.”

“It appears that way,” Alexander confirmed. “The FBI believes the hotel bombing was just the first phase of a larger plan.”

Victoria’s monitoring machines beeped as her heart rate increased slightly. “Is there any indication of where she might have gone?”

Alexander shook his head. “Not yet. But the FBI is following every lead. They’ve assigned their top agents to the case.”

Camille stood abruptly. “I need some air.”

“Camille…” Victoria began.

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