Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 Garett’s Fabricated Evidence

Chapter 417: Garrett’s Fabricated Evidence

Chapter 417: Garrett’s Fabricated Evidence

(Author’s POV)

Garrett stepped back into his office and loosened his collar.

The press conference had been small, routine, nothing worth remembering.

His phone rang before he’d even reached his desk.

Victor.

He picked up without rushing.

“It’s done,” Garrett said, before Victor could speak.

A beat of silence on the other end.

“What do you mean, done?” Victor’s voice was tight, impatient.

Garrett pulled out his chair and sat down slowly.

“I had someone put together a vehicle maintenance record,” he said. “From the year Theodore’s mother

died.”

He picked up the steel pen from his desk and turned it between his fingers.

“The record shows that Alpha King Gideon quietly ordered his people to tamper with the brake system on

her private car.”

The silence that followed was longer this time.

“You’re certain Mason will believe it?” Victor finally asked.

Garrett set the pen back down on the desk with a soft click.

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his chest.

A slow, easy smile crossed his face.

“Mason is not a careful man,” he said. “And he is extraordinarily easy to provoke.”

He paused, letting the words settle.

“If he were careful, he wouldn’t have killed that man the way he did – all those years ago, for Theodore’s mother. Brutal. Absolute. No hesitation.” Garrett’s voice remained smooth and unhurried. “He would rather strike the wrong target than allow a single person who might have harmed her to walk free.”

Victor made a sound on the other end. Low and satisfied.

“So the plan,” Garrett continued, “stays the same as before. The evidence needs to find its way to Mason

Chapter 417 Garrett’s Fabricated Evidence

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naturally. He can’t feel it being handed to him.” He tilted his head slightly. “That part is yours to handle. How you get him to stumble across it – that’s your problem.”

“And the document itself?”

“I’ll have someone deliver it to you tonight. Quietly.”

“Good.”

Garrett ended the call.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, expression unreadable.

He had no illusions about Victor.

The moment Theodore was gone, Victor would turn on him without a second thought. That kind of man always did.

But Garrett was not worried.

He had never once in his life relied on another person’s loyalty to protect himself.

(Author’s POV)

Victor set his phone down and exhaled.

The tight, restless energy in his chest eased – just slightly.

He leaned back and let himself think.

Alpha King Gideon’s study held years of important files and documents. Private records. Personal

correspondence. The kind of material that no one was supposed to touch.

All Garrett’s fabricated record needed to do was find its way into that collection.

And then Mason would do the rest.

Victor’s jaw tightened.

Garrett was clever, he had to admit that much.

Too clever.

The kind of man who smiled at you while calculating exactly how to discard you when the time came.

Victor had already decided.

Once Theodore was dealt with, Garrett would be next.

No complicated plans. No drawn–out strategy.

Just swift, direct, final.

The night had settled over Northgate City by the time Marcus pulled the car up to the Pack House

entrance.

He cut the engine and moved to open the door.

Theodore stopped him with a single word.

“Don’t.”

Marcus froze.

Theodore reached down to the seat beside him and picked up the cane.

It was a good one solid, well–weighted, the handle smooth and firm under his grip.

He positioned it carefully.

Then, slowly, he swung his legs toward the door.

Marcus stood just outside, not reaching in, not helping, every muscle in his body visibly tense with the

effort of restraining himself.

Theodore’s feet met the ground.

He pressed his weight down through the cane, through his arms, through his legs.

The pain was there. A deep, grinding ache that ran from his hips down to his calves.

But his legs held.‘

He stood.

It took him a moment – longer than it should have, longer than he would have liked.

But he stood on his own, upright, both feet on the ground.

Marcus made a sound.

It was barely audible. Almost nothing.

But his hands were shaking.

Theodore glanced at him.

“Stop that,” he said.

“Yes, sir.” Marcus’s voice came out rough. He cleared his throat. “Of course. Apologies.”

Theodore took his first step forward.

Then another.

The cane struck the stone path in a steady rhythm.

Chapter 417 Garrett’s Fabricated Evidence

It cost him. Each step was deliberate, measured, harder than it looked.

But he was walking.

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Marcus fell into step beside him, close enough to catch him if needed, far enough to give him the dignity

of the distance.

(Author’s POV)

They had barely made it a dozen steps when a figure appeared ahead on the path.

Mason.

He had his jacket on, a worn canvas bag over one shoulder.

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