Billionaire's Tangled Fate

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party like a knife. Alex Grayson turned from the dazzling skyline of Manhattan, his champagne glass pe

e crowd of elite executives, investors, and reporters gathered to celebrate his latest achievement. He had just accepted

screen glowing with a breaking news alert from one of the country's t

$200 Million in Funds Mismanagem

The words blurred for a second, but then they snapped into focus: allegations of embezzleme

ll leaked this?" he growled, h

meanor unraveling. "But Alex, this isn't just bad press. O

ind racing. "Where's the bo

downstairs in the private lou

d sharp as steel. "Get them on stan

the reporters are already starting

suddenly felt suffocating. He could see clusters of people murmuring

and clapped Mark on the shoulder. "K

lights mocking him with their unshakable brightness. He tipped the champagne glass

rs, dressed in their tailored suits and designer dresses, sat i

calm but carried a sharp undertone. "Care to explain what, exactly, is going on? Because right now, it lo

he article is bullshit," he said bluntly, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. "Someone inside the com

the article cites financial records. Whistleblower t

"You think I'd be stupid enough to embezzle money

not, the damage is done. The stock is crashing, investors are panicking, and the SEC will be

e him falter. "I've already started an internal investigation," he said. "Our IT team is combing

a?" Victoria pressed. "W

or argument. "For now, our focus needs to be on containing the

anged uneasy glances b

said. "Meetin

gripping the edge of the conference table like it was the only thing kee

n behind him until a famili

le

ia standing in the door

oria?" he asked,

u're trying to put on a strong front, but you can't do this a

lex interrupted,

n. "Because if this spirals any further, the board won't just sit back and let Gra

arrowed. "Is

, her voice low. "You're not in

or the first time that night, he allowed himself to exhale,

or-to-ceiling windows. His desk was cluttered with financial reports, legal

who might be behind it. But he had nothing-just a gut fee

sk. He picked it up withou

Gray

e other end of the line. Her tone was calm, steady, and tinged with a

If this is abou

p, you should know that I have information that might

er, his heart poundi

harlotte said. "Meet me tomorrow, 10 a.m

"How do I know I

"But if you want to save your compan

ne wen

d racing. Who was Charlotte Bennett? And how

vershadowed by suspicion. Whoever was behind this wasn't just targeting his co

nt was bustling, but his eyes immediately landed on a woman sitting at a corner table, he

tte Be

approached, her ex

she said, ext

down across from her, his gaze sharp and probing

to tell you could change everything. But first, I need to

owed. "What are

matic smile. "Let's just say... the truth