Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

OCEANS.

Reeves crossed the office and placed a black folder on my desk. “The Heights residence.

I opened it.

Several printed images slid into view. A house behind a tall gate, night footage, Jace’s car entering, and Fred jarri nineteen minutes later through the side entrance,

“It’s owned by Caldwyn Holdings,” Reeves said. “No direct listing nder Fred Harry or Jace Kellerman. But the managing agent has handled seven leases for Harry Property Group in the last twenty–six months.”

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“So Fred owns it without owning it.”

“That would be the practical reading.”

I flipped to the next page, which contained bank records and marked transfers.

“Jace has been receiving payments from a consulting firm tied to that same network,” Reeves continued. “The payments are labeled as ‘Strategic Advisory Retainers! Three in total. One shortly after he and Miss Harry publicly resumed wedding preparations. The week after she left Fred’s house. On the day after her hospital discharge.”

My grip tightened on the paper.

“How big is the money?”

“Enough to solve a problem,” Reeves said. “And he had several. Loan defaults. One private debt we’re still money did not go directly to the creditors, but the timing is too convenient

I turned another page.

Two subject lines were printed from a courier and document–management

Spousal Compliance Review.

Kellerman–Harry Preliminary Transfer Packet.

For a moment, I tried processing what I was looking at.

tracing. Fred’s

Reeves continued, “We don’t have the contents. Only the file references. The packet moved through Harrington’s document system, then a courier delivered something to Jace’s residence.”

“When?”

“The morning.”

eyes stayed on the page.

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Spousal.

Transfer.

Kellerman–Harry.

The words were harmless enough to pass through a lawyer’s office and dirty enough

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It could have been sincerely innocent. Lawyers loved making simple things sound like they had crawled out of a bank vault. Marriage paperwork. Property protection. Prenuptial nonsense. Something Jace could explain with one soft voice and one hand around Kisarel’s wrist.

But I had heard him outside her hospital room.

I never said I wanted her dead.‘

And now this. Coincidences like these are usually straight from the pit of hell.

I closed that page slowly, ready to move to the next.

“There was also an attempt to obtain Miss Harry’s hospital discharge summary.” Reeves continued, sliding another page forward. “A legal admin connected to a firm that works with Harry Property Group. The request was denied because she didn’t have authorization.”

“Why would a property group need her discharge summary?”

“They claimed it was for family medical continuity after the hospital incident.”

I leaned back, forcing my hand to unclench before I crushed the edge of the folder.

“I think someone wanted to know exactly how much damage the poison did.” Reeves added.

“Fred wanted her medical report.” I closed the folder slowly. “She is not safe near them.”

“No, sir.”

I tapped two fingers against the file references.

Spousal Compliance Review. Kellerman–Harry Preliminary Transfer Packet.

“These,” I said. “This is where the dirt is.”

“I agree.”

My voice dropped. “I want those documents.”

Reeves hesitated. “That will take access.”

“Buy it.”

“If they won’t sell?”

“Pressure it,” I s

“If they resist?”

ed back in

my

through clenched jaws.

still on him.

and

chair, eyes

what they love and make it fucking expensive.”

Reeves was quiet for a second.

costs. I don’t care who you have to buy, threaten, ruin, or bury.” I pushed the folder back toward him. “Get them in my hands.”

“I don’t care what it

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Chapter 113

OCEANS.

Reeves crossed the office and placed a black folder on my desk. “The Heights residence.”

I opened it.

Several printed images slid into view. A house behind a tall gate, night footage, Jace’s car entering, and Fred arriv nineteen minutes later through the side entrance.

“It’s owned by Caldwyn Holdings,” Reeves said. “No direct listing under Fred Harry or Jace Kellerman. But the managing agent has handled seven leases for Harry Property Group in the last twenty–six months.”

“So Fred owns it without owning it.”

“That would be the practical reading.”

I flipped to the next page, which contained bank records and rked transfers.

“Jace has been receiving payments from a consulting firm tied to that same network,” Reeves continued. “The payments are labeled as ‘Strategic Advisory Retainers. Three in total. One shortly after he and Miss Harry publicly resumed wedding preparations. The week after she left Fred’s house. On the day after her hospital discharge.”

My grip tightened on the paper.

“How big is the money?”

“Enough to solve a problem,” Reeves said. “And he had several. Loan defaults. One private debt we’re still tracing. Fred’s money did not go directly to the creditors, but the timing is too convenient.”

I turned another

page.

Two subject lines were printed from a courier and document–management log.

Spousal Compliance Review.

Kellerman–Harry Preliminary Transfer Packet.

For a moment, I tried processing what I was looking at.

Reeves continued, “We don’t have the contents. Only the file references. The packet moved through Harrington’s document system, then a courier delivered something to Jace’s residence.”

“When?”

“The morning.”

My

stayed on the page.

Spousal.

Transfer.

Kellerman–Harry.

The words were harmless enough to pass through a lawyer’s office and dirty enough to make

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my

blood

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It could have been sincerely innocent. Lawyers loved making simple things sound like they had crawled out of a bank vault. Marriage paperwork. Property protection. Prenuptial nonsense. Something Jace could explain with one soft voice and one hand around Kisarel’s wrist.

But I had heard him outside her hospital room.

I never said I wanted her dead.

And now this. Coincidences like these are usually straight from the pit of hell.

I closed that page slowly, ready to move to the next.

“There was also an attempt to obtain Miss Harry’s hospital discharge summary.” Reeves continued, sliding another page forward. “A legal admin connected to a firm that works with Harry Property Group. The request was denied because she didn’t have authorization.”

“Why would a property group need her discharge summary?

“They claimed it was for family medical continuity after the hospital incident.”

I leaned back, forcing my hand to unclench before I crushed the edge of the folder.

“I think someone wanted to know exactly how much damage the poison did.” Reeves added.

“Fred wanted her medical report.” I closed the folder slowly. “She is not safe near them.”

“No, sir.”

I tapped two fingers against the file references.

Spousal Compliance Review. Kellerman–Harry Preliminary Transfer Packet.

“These,” I said. “This is where the dirt is.”

“I agree.”

My voice dropped. “I want those documents.”

Reeves hesitated. “That will take access.”

“Buy it.”

“If they won’t sell?”

“Pressure it,” I said through clenched jaws.

“If they resist?”

I leaned back in my chair, eyes still on him.

“Then find out what they love and make it fucking expensive.”

Reeves

quiet for a second.

“I don’t care what it costs. I don’t care who you have to buy, threaten, ruin, or bury.” I pushed the folder back toward him. “Get them in my hands.”