Chapter 481

Chapter 481:

The cafeteria suddenly felt too small, too bright, too full of the smell of disinfectant and despair. Camille gripped the edge of the table.

“He recorded me?”

“It looks like he recorded everything. Every conversation, every argument, every intimate moment.” Hannah’s voice was horrified. “This goes way beyond gathering evidence about Victoria. This is surveillance of you personally.”

Stefan’s jaw tightened. “What else is there?”

Hannah scrolled through the files. “Financial records for Kane Industries. Security footage from the corporate offices. Internal memos about board meetings. And…” She paused, her face going white.

“What?”

“A folder labeled Phase Five – Final Strike. It’s password protected, but the metadata shows it was created yesterday. After Victoria’s collapse.”

Camille felt the room spinning around her. “He’s still planning something. Even after everything that’s happened, he’s still planning to attack Victoria.”

“Not just Victoria,” Hannah said quietly, reading the file structure. “There are subfolders for Kane Industries, for you personally, and for something called Public Exposure Event.”

“He’s going to destroy all of us,” Camille whispered.

Stefan reached across the table and took her hand. “Not if we stop him first.”

Hannah looked up from her laptop, determination replacing the shock in her eyes. “I can break the password protection. I can find out exactly what Alexander is planning. But we need to do this fast, before he realizes we’re in his system.”

Camille stared at the laptop screen, seeing years of marriage reduced to folders of surveillance and betrayal. Every private moment cataloged. Every vulnerable conversation recorded. Every trust violated.

“Do it,” she said. “Find out what else my husband has been hiding from me.”

As Hannah’s fingers flew over the keyboard, Camille realized this was just the beginning. Whatever they found in Alexander’s files would either clear Victoria’s name or confirm her guilt. It would either expose a conspiracy against their family or reveal truths that would destroy them all.

𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 at 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Alexander Pierce stood in his empty penthouse, staring at the financial news ticker scrolling across his wall-mounted screen. Kane Industries’ stock had not only recovered from its morning crash but was now trading higher than before Victoria’s collapse. His carefully orchestrated attack had been completely neutralized in a matter of hours.

His hands trembled with rage as he gripped his phone, watching the numbers climb steadily upward. Months of planning. Months of gathering evidence, building his case, positioning himself for the perfect strike. All of it undone by a few phone calls from powerful men he’d never even considered.

The penthouse felt cavernous around him. Camille’s belongings were gone, taken during his brief absence yesterday. Her books, her clothes, her coffee mug from the kitchen counter—every trace of their life together had been erased. The silence pressed against him like a physical weight.

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