CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Chapter 299 The Fall of the Parkers

Serena’s POV

As the morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of our London townhouse, I found myself staring at my laptop screen, a chill running down my spine despite the warmth of the room.

"Ryan," I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. "You need to see this."

Ryan appeared in the doorway of our bedroom, his hair still damp from the shower, a towel draped around his shoulders. The moment he saw my expression, his casual demeanor shifted, instantly alert.

"What is it?" he asked, crossing the room in three long strides.

I turned the screen toward him, revealing a series of emails I’d received from an anonymous sender who identified themselves only as "Triton." The subject line read: "The Truth About Ethan’s Accident."

"These are financial transactions between the Parker family and a known criminal organization," I explained, my finger tracing across the screen. "Look at the dates—three payments. One before Ethan’s accident, one immediately after, and a final installment just last week."

Ryan’s jaw tightened as he leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the documents. "How did you get these?"

"I have... connections from before we met," I admitted, thinking of Triton. "After the accident seemed too convenient, I asked for help tracing anything unusual connected to the Parkers."

"These are encrypted banking transactions," Ryan muttered, scrolling through the detailed records. "Offshore accounts, shell companies—this is professional-grade money laundering."

I nodded grimly. "And look at this." I clicked on another file, revealing a series of text messages recovered from a burner phone. "They explicitly discussed ’taking care of the Quinn problem’ and making it ’look like an accident.’"

Ryan straightened, pulling out his phone. "We need to call Detective Inspector Harris immediately. This is attempted murder."

Within hours, we were seated in a sterile conference room at Scotland Yard, the evidence spread before Detective Inspector Harris, whose weathered face remained impassive as he examined each document.

"This is certainly compelling," he finally said, looking up at us. "But I must ask—how exactly did you obtain these records? Banking information of this nature requires proper warrants, and these text messages..."

"The source wishes to remain anonymous," I replied firmly, meeting his gaze without flinching. "But I can assure you, everything was obtained legally."

Ryan’s hand found mine under the table, a silent show of support.

"Inspector," Ryan added, "we understand the procedural concerns. However, these documents provide you with enough probable cause to obtain official warrants. The lives of the Quinn family remain at risk while the Parkers walk free."

The inspector leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled before him. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded once.

"I’ll have my team verify what they can through official channels. In the meantime, we’ll place additional security around Mr. Quinn’s hospital room."

As we left Scotland Yard, the weight of what we’d discovered pressed heavily on my shoulders. "Do you think it’s enough?" I asked Ryan as we slipped into the back of our town car.

"It has to be," he replied, his fingers intertwining with mine. "The Parkers have been ruthless in their pursuit of the Quinn assets, but they’ve made a critical error. "

That evening, as I sat beside Ethan’s hospital bed, I couldn’t help but notice how much stronger he looked. Maya had stepped out to get coffee, giving me a rare moment alone with my brother.

"You seem worried," Ethan observed, his voice stronger than it had been just days before.

I attempted a smile. "Just thinking about business matters."

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