Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 82 Roots Out the Truth–1
Reese, humiliated and seething, abruptly shoved Malcolm away, her ands fumbling through her hair in embarrassment.
“Who said I was jealous?”
The very fact that he knew or presumed to know her feelings made it worse.
Rather than getting annoyed, Malcolm only smiled wider when Reese pushed him. I know my wife gets shy, he teased. “We’ll have
our little talk back in the room.”
Reese shot him a withering look, her wrist twirling with mock menace as she smirked. “Oh, we’ll definitely have a talk.”
After disembarking the car, Reese received a message from Louis.
Miss Brooks, I’ve discovered important information about your grandmother.
Reese’s eyes lit up, and Malcolm, who noticed her change in demeanor, looked up but saw no ripple of emotion on her face. She was cool as ever, even as she faced Justin Chabon’s direction.
Had his instincts been wrong?
Justin approached, and Reese guided Malcolm indoors.
Close to the study, Justin murmured in Malcolm’s ear, “Mr. Flynn, there’s something we need to discuss.”
“Alright,” Malcolm turned briefly to Reese, Darling, I’ll be busy for a bit. Why don’t you go relax in your room?”
Letting go of the wheelchair, Reese passed it to Justin. “Take your time with your business.”
She had things of her own to sort out, anyway.
Once back in her room, Reese closed the door behind her, turned on the bathroom faucet for cover, and stepped out onto the balcony. Dialing Louis back, her youthful face was streaked with a seriousness beyond her years.
“What did you find?”
“Gram had indeed paid a visit to the Flynns before she passed, but she was there
to
see
someone.”
“Who was she there to see?”
“A man named Jason.”
Reese felt a sudden pang of tension. Jason was the Flynns‘ butler, wasn’t he? Why would her grandmother need to see him?
She struggled to suppress the shock in her heart. “Did you find out what sort of connection Gram had with this Jason?”
“No leads on that yet.”
Reese didn’t push it–Louis had already done plenty for her.
“If you find some spare time, could you dig a little deeper, see if more information comes up?”
“Miss Brooks, are you planning to approach Jason yourself? Just a heads up, Jason is not a simple character. He may just be a butler
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for the Flynns, but he’s influential, been to significant meetings. As for why he would take a butler’s position at the Flynns‘, the reasoning might be quite complex.”
Louis felt compelled to warn Reese of potential dangers. It would be tragic if she fell into a trap or came to harm.
མཚད་དམར་ བ ང ་མ ་འ ནམ
Ive got to go now,” she hurriedly ended the call.
Reese worried that Malcolm might walk in again and cause complications.
She hastily booted up her computer and tapped into specialist channels to look up Jason’s information. A standard search wouldn’t yield much.
Luckily, she was skilled in bypassing systems, getting inside quickly. However, time was of the essence; if the other party detected her and traced her location, it would spell trouble.
After skimming the information, she logged off, her mind reeling with the details she’d just uncovered.
Jason’s true status was astoundingly complex–not only a significant figure from somewhere, he’d also been to important meetings, and his net worth far exceeded any normal expectation.
He owned several properties on the outskirts of the city, which made her wonder why he would debase himself to serve as a lowly butler at the Flynns‘.
Did Finn Sawyer know Jason’s real identity?
Questions piled up in Reese’s mind, and she knew she had to find the answers one by one. Initially, if Jason had been just an ordinary butler, she could’ve directly questioned him.
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Chapter 82 Roots Out the Truth–2
But now it appeared she couldn’t act hastily; the man was deep, not to be underestimated,
The Flynns really had a lot more going on than met the eye, even a butler was not to be taken at face value.
Meanwhile, Malcolm sat in the adjacent study, his typically handsome and gentle face now devoid of warmth, enveloped in a chilly
aura.
His gaze sharp, he cast a swift look at Justin Chabon.
“Did you find anything?”
“I did check,” Madam’s restroom on that floor is certainly out of order. Although we got the surveillance back up, there wasn’t a trace of any tampering–no evidence whatsoever that can decisively in the deed on Madam.”
Malcolm’s brow furrowed, his frustration peaking as he swept the files off his desk, sending papers fluttering to the floor.
“So, you’re telling me, the culprit slipped right under our noses, and now we don’t even have a suspect?”
It was uncharacteristic for Malcolm to be caught off guard. When it came to digging up dirt, he had a knack for unearthing what he sought after. No individual or matter could hide from Malcolm’s prying eyes.
Indeed, since the establishment of Flynn Group, there had been numerous hacking attempts. While Malcolm couldn’t recall all the culprits, never had they been unable to at least identify the perpetrator.
This time was absolutely ludicrous–the perpetrator had the audacity to paralyze his company’s system right from his own office. A blatant slap to his face, wasn’t it?
And now Justin Chabon had the nerve to report back with absolutely nothing.
Chabon, visibly rattled by Malcolm’s imposing demeanor, stepped back, the tension in the study becoming nearly suffocating. He nervously tightened his collar, cautiously responding.
“Mr. Flynn, it likely isn’t Madam. We’ve vetted her thoroughly. Although her medical training is superficial, it’s irrelevant here. But as for being a master hacker? That just doesn’t seem to be the case.
“You think just because she doesn’t look the part she’s innocent? If you’ve learned nothing else in all these years with me, it’s that appearances are deceiving. The cunning are experts at masquerading and she could very well be fooling your ‘trained eye.“”
Despite lacking proof, Reese had crept onto his list of suspects. Guilty or not, Malcolm was determined to have his resolve.
Chabon, head bowed, was on tenterhooks, dreading another outburst that could cost him his job.
Leaning back in his chair, Malcolm tapped his long fingers on the desktop. His tone was low and grave, his displeasure unmistakable.
“Keep investigating. Start with those closest to Reese. The company projects will proceed as planned.”
Chabon, perplexed, dared to question, “But Mr. Flynn, if our project details have been compromised, what if someone uses them to draft their own plans and accuses us of plagiarism?”
The reputation of Flynn Group was at stake.
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained. How else will we uncover who swiped our project details?”
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He would rather sacrifice a hundred–million–dollar project than let the thief escape his grasp.
Justin Chabon watched as a fierce fire blazed in Mr. Flynn’s eyes, sensing that this man had ignited an ambition within Mr. Flynn that had lain dormant for a long while.
“I’m on it,” he pledged.
When Malcolm returned to the room, he found Reese already in bed lone nightlight cast a soft glow across the room, where she seemed to rest uneasily, her brows knitting together even in sleep.
He couldn’t resist the urge to smooth the worry from her face. But before his fingers could grace her skin, Reese’s eyes–sharp as daggers–snapped open, her hand raising in a swift strike towards Malcolm.
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