She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 125

Aiken worked with terrifying efficiency, digging up the Sutton family's overseas history in record time.

Zachary Sutton had been heavily involved with a German woman who possessed significant influence in the region; she was actually his former superior.

Zachary had leveraged her connections to seal several lucrative deals, and eventually, the professional relationship morphed into a romantic one.

For years, this woman had entirely funded his lifestyle.

The messy entanglement dragged on until they had a catastrophic falling out.

Apparently, Zachary had gotten too greedy and tried to siphon off her internal corporate resources.

So, he had only scurried back to Aurelia City because his safety net abroad had been completely burned?

And now, he was trying to resurrect his shattered business empire by exploiting his old connections in the city and bleeding Hayes Group dry?

Even resorting to blatant corporate espionage?

Caden stared at the tiny wiretap sitting inside his desk drawer, a cold, humorless laugh escaping him.

Affairs, embezzlement, and wiring his own daughter to act as a spy.

Suddenly, Zachary's desperation to install Helga into Hayes Group made perfect sense.

He wanted a mole.

The next logical step would have been using her to siphon trade secrets or sabotage their partnerships.

Those overseas project failures a while back... that had to be their doing.

Caden leaned back heavily in his leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He had treated Zachary as a savior, projecting all the gratitude he owed his late mother onto the Sutton family.

But this... this was their true nature.

Zachary had stolen the very medical resources meant to save Shera's father, all to save this venomous snake of a woman.

A sudden, icy wave of dread washed over him. What if the investigation definitively proved that Zachary was the mastermind behind all of it?

How could he ever face Shera?

If she found out the truth, what would she think of him?

He slammed the drawer shut, a suffocating sense of helplessness threatening to swallow him whole.

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Felipa had handed over a mountain of reference materials, and for the next few days, Shera practically locked herself in her office to study.

"Look! Do you love the new nails or what?"

Xenia wiggled ten razor-sharp, freshly painted talons in Shera's face. Shera batted her hand away with a laugh.

"Watch it, you're going to take my eye out."

"Ugh, you have zero appreciation for art."

Xenia sent her the exact pin, and they drove off.

It was an incredibly authentic spot; Xenia swore the owner had been perfecting his intensely spicy beef stew for decades.

"Don't let the dive-bar vibe fool you, the food is absolute heaven!"

"Alright, let's see if it lives up to the hype."

Shera grabbed a napkin to wipe down the slightly greasy table. Minutes later, the owner slammed a massive, bubbling pot onto the burner.

The sheer volume of floating red chilies made Shera slightly nervous.

She wasn't particularly good with spicy food.

But seeing Xenia's excitement over the bubbling, chili-laden stew, she couldn't bear to ruin the fun.