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Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Alexander’s jaw tightened. William saw the darkness in his grandson’s eyes and fell silent, then turned and

left.

The office went quiet. Alexander sat frozen for a moment, fists clenching and unclenching.

Grabbing his coat, he stormed out and barreled straight for the county clerk’s office. His car smashed into the building, embedding itself in the wall; debris scattered across the lobby.

He leaped from the wreckage and charged inside. Security guards stepped in his path; a single punch sent

one sprawling. He surged forward like a man possessed.

He found the clerk who had handled Emily’s paperwork and grabbed her by the collar, eyes blazing. “Tell me

Emily Harper’s new identity.”

The clerk’s voice trembled. “I-I can’t. It’s against regulations.”

Alexander’s grip tightened. “Last chance. Speak, or…”

His menace left no room for argument. Routine channels had failed. He needed answers now.

The clerk broke, panic in her eyes. “Okay, please don’t hurt me,” she sobbed, fumbling to bring up the files on

her computer.

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Amelia Quinn.

Alex committed every detail of Emily’s new identity to memory with a single glance.

He released his grip and started to walk away-only to be cut off by a swarm of police rushing in.

They arrested him for disorderly conduct. He didn’t resist, following them quietly to the station.

On the way, he sent Amelia’s info to his assistant, ordering him to track her down immediately.

News of Emily’s arrest exploded online. His name trended everywhere, with wild speculation about his crimes. Opportunists dug up every skeleton in his closet.

Rumors spread that he crushed rivals using illegal tactics.

Allegations surfaced of unlawful detentions and even physical abuse.

Whispers about shady deals and ruthless power plays filled the headlines.

Some even dragged Emily’s past into the spotlight-painting her as a desperate beggar, spreading cruel lies.

They said Alex had grown tired of her, that she’d fled with dirt that could ruin him.

For a brief moment, the internet was on fire with scandal after scandal. The Harrington family’s silence only fueled rumors they were ready to cut ties with him.

The attacks intensified, tanking Harrington Group’s stock and shaking shareholders to their core.

Alex didn’t flinch. He sat coolly in the holding cell, waiting on his assistant’s update.

On the third day, the assistant returned with a lead: Emily’s last known location was Pinevale airport.

Alex’s expression shifted-hope flickered. He followed protocol, posted bail, and walked out of the station.

A crowd of reporters swarmed the precinct doors, camera flashes blinding, questions sharp and relentless.

“Mr. Harrington, is it true you’re hunting your ex-wife because she’s holding incriminating evidence?”

“Any comment on your arrest? As a top-tier mogul, did you ever consider the fallout?”

“Will the Harrington Group drop you?”

“Did you force your ex-wife into divorce? Is her disappearance connected to you?”

At the last question, Alex froze. His icy glare locked onto the reporter who asked it.