Semua Bab TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Bab 321 - Bab 324

It took less than two minutes for the flash drive to crack open.Encrypted, of course. My mother wouldn’t make it easy—that would be too humane for her. But Lucia was a genius, and stubbornness ran through our veins like inherited poison.I watched the loading bar fill, the digital hum of secrets about to detonate vibrating through my bones. It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing the fall would break me but leaning forward anyway.The folder auto-opened once decrypted. A list of documents. Names. Transfers. Voice memos.Lucia frowned as she clicked into the first file.Then, she cursed.“What?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.“Bridgette…” she turned the screen toward me. “Your father knew.”I leaned forward, eyes scanning.It was an internal email chain from five years ago.Subject line: “Containment Strategy – Tier II Entities.”The sender: Antonio Martinez.The recipient list included names I didn’t recognize—aliases, most likely. But two names I did know j

We flew low over the coast, the rotors slicing the dawn sky. The cliffs of my family’s estate faded into the horizon behind us, but the weight of what had happened there still pressed down on my chest like a stone.Leon sat across from me, his knuckles bloodied, a gash on his cheek where a bullet had grazed him. Dorian stood at the side hatch, eyes scanning the ground below through the open door, rifle still gripped tight.I clutched the drive to my chest. Inside it—evidence. Records Elise’s father had no right to keep. Photos from the night of my parents’ death. Surveillance logs. Maps. Transcripts. Names.One of them circled in my mind like a predator.Justin.He wasn’t just Elise’s father’s pawn. He was part of this from the beginning. Maybe even earlier.“We’re going dark,” Leon said suddenly, pulling his comms earpiece free. “No transmissions, no signals. Until we know who else is on their payroll.”Dorian nodded in agreement, already powering down the tracking system on his gear