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    With just a few threats from Wesley, Theo spilled everything—bank transfers and chat history—proof of Joseph’s involvement.


    Satisfied, Wesley let the dagger slip from his fingers. It ttered to the floor without ceremony. Arion stepped forward to hand him a wet wipe, and Wesley calmly wiped the blood from his hands, like it was just another day.


    Wesley nced disdainfully at the terrified Theo, who had wet himself, before turning to Arion. “Did you record everything?”


    “Every word, Mr. Spencer,” Arion confirmed. “The confession’s recorded. I’ll have Felix organize it right away.” Joseph always yed the long game—quiet, careful, and hard to corner. But Theo? He broke like cheap ss.


    Arion took care of extraction. Felix handled the clean-up and evidence consolidation. In no time, the proof of Joseph’s collusion with Earle waspiled and submitted to the authorities.


    They expected quick action. With solid evidence in hand, it should have been an open-and-shut case. But the bacsh online continued, andw enforcement hadn’t taken Joseph away.


    Confused, Felix finally spoke up. “Mr. Spencer, why hasn’t the police acted on the evidence?” He had crafted a veryplete and clear chain of evidence, easy to understand at a nce. Something didn’t add up. Were the police deliberately ignoring it?


    Wesley said nothing, his gaze unreadable. The evidence should have been enough for the police to take Joseph away. Theck of any action against Joseph could only mean one thing: this whole situation was about targeting him. Andter that same night, Wesley’s suspicions were confirmed when he met someone.


    Liam, the mayor of the, made an appearance, requesting a face-to-face meeting with Wesley. Liam wore a fake smile. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Spencer. Our paths cross once more.”


    Wesley didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Mr. Russell, I didn’t expect it would be youing to see me.”


    Wesley maintained a poker face. So, this was the missing piece. Joseph hadn’t just been working with Earle—he had the mayor of the in his pocket too.


    Liam’s eyes narrowed, the smile on his face still intact but clearly hollow. “Regardless, the Spencer Group holds the top spot in the’s economy. As the city mayor, it’s only right that I express concern when you stir headlines.”


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    Wesley inwardly smirked. Even now, this slippery old fox refused to be direct. He kept his expression unreadable. “We’ve already submitted new evidence to the police. Mr. Russell, are you not aware?”


    Liam gave a half shrug, dodging smoothly. “Being too sharp often leads to cutting yourself.”


    The message behind his words was clear, but Wesley wasn’t the type to be intimidated. He didn’t flinch. “Tread too close to the mes, and you’ll end up scorched. Tell me, Mr. Russell, are you absolutely certain this is the side you want to stand on?”


    That wiped away Liam’s smug front. His face darkened. “The Spencer Group’s sale of Slebert Wharf is a matter of public record. As its CEO, you can’t escape responsibility.”


    Wesley said nothing, giving him space to continue talking. And Liam did.


    “I’m not trying to make things difficult for you. I’m just doing my job. But we both know rules bend for the people who know how to use them. Wouldn’t you agree?”


    Wesley lifted an eyebrow, his tone t. “Care to exin what you mean by that?”


    Seeing Wesley follow his lead, Liam smiled brightly. “Mr. Spencer, you’re sharp and capable. I’ve always held you in high regard. It would be a real shame for the to lose someone like you. I believe I’ve mentioned this before—my daughter happens to be around your age, and she admires you greatly.”


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