Chapter 92
Miguel gently kissed her and whispered soft reassurances until Sheila finally calmed down. Once she’d settled, he sat up and said, “I still have to keep an eye on things at the company. Be pood and get some rest. ”
Sheila knew Zucker Group was in serious trouble. She figured the stress was probably why he’d lost control like that. Her heart ached a little for him. She nodded obediently. “Olay, Miguel, just take care of yourselt. Don’t push too hand.”
He smiled and lassed ber on the forehead. “I know.”
But the second he stepped out of the bedroom, that smule vanished. tis expression tumed cold and distant as he headed upstairs to the third floor and entered his private study
He was the only one with access to that study. He unlocked the door with a key and then entered three separate codes before the heavy door finally clicked open
Inside, ne switched on the light and slowly walked over to the bookshelf. He pulled out a thick binder and placed it on the desk
Flipping it open, he scanned through the densely packed pages–line by line, cross–checking everything. He finally breathed out after confirming that there were no loose ends from that incident years ago.
But as he leaned back in his chair, a deeper sense of unease settled over him.
Who exactly was Lawrence? What was his connection to Enrica? And more importantly, what did he know about what happened three years ago? If this had nothing to do with that, then why target Zucker Group with such precision?
Right then, a message from Cole popped up–it was the background report on Lawrence—just a few lines.
“Lawrence, male, 32 Graduate of a top 3 international law school. Before retuming to his home country, he worked on wollow Street, representing top–tier corporations. He’s known for his flawless win record. Came back last month and just got admitted to the local bar. Enrica’s case is his first back at home.”
Miguel read the short report, dread creeping into his chest. There was no way Enrica could’ve gotten close to a man like Lawrence on her own. So why was he helping her? What was his real motive?
He typed out a question. “What about his family background?”
Cole responded almost immediately. “Nothing found. No public records or details.”
Miguel closed his eyes, his heart sinking. That tightrope he’d been walking suddenly felt like it was traying beneath him. He was now nearly certain–Lawrence’s appearance had something to do with that incident.
But what did Lawrence actually know? Was he fully informed or just testing the waters?
Maybe it was time to stop watting and start making a move himself. Get close. Feel him out and see what he was really after.
The next day, Enrica got a call from Rolana. She didn’t want to pickup. She stared at the screen until it stopped singing–only for a text to come through seconds later. “Enrica, pick up the phone. If you don’t, I’ll come find you at your office. You know I will–and I can’t promise things won’t get ugly.
Enrica sighed, frustrated, and answered. “What do you want, Ms. Zucker?”
Robana’s tone was completely different from that of her usual entitled self. She spoke coldly and sharply. “We need to talk In person.”
“I don’t think we have anything to say to each other,” Enrica replied calmly, biting the lips. “We have no ties, and I’m under no obligation to accept your–if you can even call it that ‘Invitation “”
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“It’s about my brother,” Rohana said, her tone clipped like she was forcing herself to stay Nivil. “He’s not doing well. If anything happens to him because of you, the Zucker family won’t let it slide. If I were you, I’d consider showing a little compassion, for old me’s sake.”
