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Chapter 272: How Much Do You Know?

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Chapter 272: How Much Do You Know?

Alexander

The city glittered beyond the windows of my apartment. New York, a big, intimidating city…

I looked at the cars and they told me: people are never still… Not even at this hour of the night.

The lights of the buildings seemed suspended in the darkness as I sat on my living room sofa, an untouched glass of whiskey between my fingers, my mind far away.

I hadn’t put on any music, hadn’t turned on the television. I was just sitting… thinking. Thinking about Hale… About Clara. About that damn conversation at the Black Club.

I leaned my head back and slowly ran a hand over my chin, tracing my beard with my fingers as I tried to reconstruct every step I had taken in Boston. Every conversation, every

document, every move.

Did she really have proof?

I frowned.

Proof of what exactly?

I hadn’t been that stupid. I wasn’t Vanessa. I didn’t act on impulse; everything I did was measured and calculated… Planned intelligently enough to leave no direct traces.

Is she lying?

I shook my head, then thought about the delay in the permits… The altered documentation… Howard absorbed the blow… Everything had gone exactly as it should. Even the elevator incident

I closed my eyes for just a moment.

No. That last part hadn’t gone exactly as I wanted, because Clara was genuinely scared. And for a moment… when I saw her crying inside that elevator… I completely forgot everything

else.

I slowly exhaled and opened my eyes again; it didn’t matter now. The important thing was something else.

How on earth did she get anything against me?

My fingers tightened around the glass, and I thought about the possibilities again and again.

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Someone spoke, some sss was left open, some document wasn’t deleted, but the more I analyzed it… the less sense it made.

Until then, I remembered something, something small, insignificant. Or at least that’s what it seemed like at the time. That day… The day I returned to my office after that meeting.

My eyes stared blankly ahead.

I remembered perfectly walking in. I had grabbed my keys, my cell phone, and then… My desk.

I slowly frowned.

It wasn’t exactly the same.

At the time, I didn’t think much of it because it was such a minimal difference. Almost imperceptible. A pen slightly moved, a folder misaligned. The chair barely shifted-ridiculous details. But I was obsessive about my space. I always was.

And now… Now that memory returned like a silent alarm in my head.

My jaw tightened.

“Could she…?”

The sentence died on its own.

I shook my head immediately.

No, it’s impossible. Clara wouldn’t do something like that, or would she? Because lately, I no longer knew who the hell the woman in front of me was. The Clara I knew would never have distrusted me like that. But this new version… This woman, who was engaged to Ethan Blackwood, was different. Colder, more strategic, more dangerous.

I stood up and walked slowly toward the apartment window.

The city was still alive down below, but something inside me was starting to tense up. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was losing control of the situation. And I hated that. Because control was the only thing keeping me going, I ran a hand over the back of my neck and took a deep breath.

No, I had to calm down. I still didn’t know exactly what was wrong with Clara. And giving in to paranoia would be a mistake. The best thing was to act as always, natural, confident. Calm. If she suspected me… then the worst thing I could do was show desperation.

I barely smiled… No. I had to get closer, talk to her. Read her. See her eyes when she looked at

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Clara was never good at hiding things from me completely. There was always something in her expression that ended up giving her away, and I was going to find it. Even if I had to sit across from her for hours.

I checked the time before finally downing the whiskey in one gulp. Then I went to sleep with a single thought swirling in my head. I needed to know how much Clara Sinclair knew.

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