Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 416

"Honestly, the fact that your organization is crawling with parasites is none of my business. But since they hurt my girlfriend, I can't just sit back and watch."

"Lance, you need evidence before making claims like that. You—"

"Bring them in."

Lance cut Mike off with a dismissive wave of his hand. Two bodyguards immediately dragged in the unconscious men who had been guarding the private room the night before.

"Evidence?" Lance scoffed. "My girlfriend was kidnapped yesterday, and these two were standing guard. Your people keep personnel files, don't they? Why don't you look it up yourself?"

With the witnesses right in front of him and Lance's unwavering stance, Mike couldn't exactly play dumb. He glared at the two men. "Who do you work for? What did you do yesterday?"

The two men exchanged a terrified glance, trembling too much to utter a single word.

"Let me answer that for them," Lance offered coldly. "Clement is your man, isn't he?"

"He is," Mike admitted. "He's always kept his nose clean and runs a legitimate pharmaceutical company. Are you telling me he's the one behind this?"

It was hard to tell from Mike's tone whether he genuinely believed Clement was a stand-up guy or if he was intentionally covering for him.

"Kept his nose clean?" Lance sneered. "Why don't you pull the security footage from last night's banquet and see exactly what he did to my girlfriend? He had her tied up and handed over as a gift to his new subordinate. Are all your men running around acting like mobsters? What era are we living in where people are treated like objects to be gifted away?"

The more Lance spoke, the darker Mike's expression became. "Where is Clement?" Mike barked. "Get him in here right now."

The provocation worked. Mike's face hardened into a mask of pure ice. He had heard the rumors—people were whispering that Clement was flying high, acting like Mike's right-hand man. But a right hand still answered to the body. If Clement was truly playing him and trying to build his own empire in the shadows, Mike absolutely wouldn't tolerate it.

"We've known each other for years," Lance continued with a dramatic sigh. "To be honest, there aren't many people in this world I actually respect. You used to be one of them. But looking at you today, you've completely lost your edge. A damn shame."

"Enough, Lance. You don't need to provoke me," Mike snapped. "Clement is my guy, yes. But if he's out there pulling sick stunts, I'll be the first to make him pay. You want an investigation? Let's go. You're coming with me, and we'll see just how 'clean' The Williams Group really is. And since he kidnapped your girlfriend, do me a favor tonight. I'll host a dinner, and I'll make sure he gives you a proper apology."

Lance's relentless sarcasm had hit its mark perfectly. Defeated, Mike stood up and clapped him on the shoulder, signaling for him to follow. It was a clear invitation to launch a surprise inspection.

Carol and Camilla trailed behind them, their eyes brightening with anticipation. Lance's tactic was undeniably brilliant—using Mike's authority to infiltrate The Williams Group. Finally, they had a real shot at finding out if Clement was still dealing narcotics.