THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

He paused outside his bedroom door, key in hand, and took a moment to really watch around. Nothing seemed out of place. But the feeling persisted, that nagging sensation that someone had been where they shouldn’t have been.

Pushing open the door, he stepped inside and immediately began scanning the room with the precision of a man who’d survived this long by paying attention to details.

Everything looked exactly as he’d left it that morning, bed made neatly, papers stacked neatly on his desk, cologne bottles arranged just so on the dresser.

He’d asked that no one enter him room when he isn’t around, not even to clean it.

But something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones.

After a few minutes of careful inspection yielding to nothing obvious, Samuel called for one of the live-in staff. Maria appeared within moments, her uniform crisp despite the late hour.

“Has anyone been in my room today?” he asked with a frown and cold tone.

Maria shook her head quickly. “No, sir. Well, Mr. Ethan asked earlier about your room because, but no one had it. He didn’t go inside or anything, just asked around.”

Samuel’s eyes sharpened. “What time was this?”

“Around twelve, I think? Maybe one? He seemed frustrated about something.”

“You can go,” Samuel said dismissively, already turning away. “That’ll be all.”

As Maria’s footsteps faded down the hallway, Samuel closed his door and leaned against it, his mind on alert. Ethan had been looking for his room key? That was interesting. His son rarely ventured to this wing of the house unless specifically summoned.

Walking back into the room, he let his gaze sweep over every surface once more. And that’s when he saw it— Cassandra’s phone, still lying on his dresser where he’d left it in his rush to get to an emergency meeting that morning.

He’d meant to deal with that phone hours ago, to delete the messages and call logs that could potentially implicate him in things he’d rather keep buried.

But the crisis at the office had demanded his immediate attention, and in his haste, he’d forgotten about this piece of evidence currently in his possession.

Thank God he’d been smart and had managed to retrieve it before the police processed Cassandra’s belongings.

If they’d found those messages, those conversations about payments and services rendered, the whole world would have seen him as a man who couldn’t satisfy his wife

Wasn’t that going to stain his image? The thought of the outline sent shiver through him.

SAMUEL MEYER’S NEWLY WEDDED WIFE CHEATED ON HIM – COULD IT BE THAT HE COULDN’T SATISFY HER?

IS SAMUEL MEYER NOT MAN ENOUGH?

BILLIONAIRE TYCOON COULDN’T SATISFY HIS NEWLY WEDDED WIFE.

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Those thoughts made his blood boil but he had to focus on what’s important now.

Picking up the device, he was about to power it on when something caught his eye. There, along the bottom edge of the phone’s case, was a hairline crack that definitely hadn’t been there that morning.

His blood pressure spiked as he examined the damage more closely. It was small, barely visible unless you knew what to look for, but it was definitely there. The kind of crack that happened when a phone was dropped or handled roughly.

“When the hell did this happen?” he muttered to himself, turning the device over in his hands.

He’d been meticulous with Cassandra’s phone since retrieving it, treating it like the explosive device it essentially

was. There was no way he would have been careless enough to drop it or damage it accidentally.

Which meant someone else had handled it. Someone who’d been in his room, who’d found the phone and examined it closely enough to cause damage.

His mind immediately went to the maid’s word, but she said he didn’t enter because no one has.

So how would he have gotten into his room? He was hundred percent sure he locked his room before leaving, and only one person had his spare key.

And she was dead, unless……. Ethan had found the key where Cassandra had hidden it.

“Clever boy, he’s just like his father” He murmured, admiration in his voice. His son was becoming more like him as day goes by.

He’s getting a hand of this dangerous game they’re into, and might even pass him.

But the question now was how much had he seen, how much he’d learned from whatever was on that phone.

No matter how much he’d seen, he knew Ethan didn’t have the guts to do anything about the information.

He wasn’t that smart.

Across town, in an office building, Jeremiah sat behind his desk with a smile that would have made anyone

nervous.

Everything was falling into place exactly as he’d orchestrated, each piece of his elaborate chess game moving precisely where he needed them to be.

He didn’t have to lift a finger anymore, didn’t have to actively sabotage or manipulate.

Samuel Meyer was doing all the heavy lifting himself, destroying his relationships and family with his own hands.

It so beautiful to watch, soon he’d be the only one standing in this business world.

The phone on his desk buzzed, and Jeremiah’s smile widened as he saw the number on the display. Right on

schedule.

“It’s done, boss,” came the gravelly voice from the other end of the line. “Clean as a whistle, just like you wanted.”

“Excellent.” Jeremiah leaned back in his leather chair, gazing out at the city lights twinkling below. “Any complications?”

“None. In and out, smooth as silk. He’ll never know what hit him until it’s too late.”

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