The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

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Grayson returned to Los Angeles, throwing himself into work at his office in an attempt to escape the personal turmoil that haunted his thoughts. The familiar surroundings offered little comfort as he processed recent events.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Eliot entered, followed closely by a man Grayson recognized immediately- the investigator.

“The lawyer contacted us,” Eliot began, his tone carefully neutral. “You have six months to finalize the divorce. All the necessary documents have been submitted.”

Grayson’s jaw tightened as he nodded, feeling a familiar ache in his chest. He reminded himself that this was the price for keeping Isabella in his life, protecting her, and building a genuine relationship with the woman and their child. No legal document could stop him from that commitment.

The investigator maintained a professional distance, standing quietly as though the sensitive conversation about divorce hadn’t reached his ears.

Grayson broke the silence, his voice firm. “Do you have news?”

“Yes.” The investigator stepped forward, placing a bag on the corner of the expansive desk. He pulled out a laptop and opened it.

“I’ve confirmed that Ms. Charlotte Prescott is alive.”

“What?” Eliot blurted out, his composure briefly shattering.

“There’s proof that someone with significant influence orchestrated her escape,” the investigator continued, his fingers moving across the keyboard. “Two policemen were involved–the driver and another officer in the security vehicle that day. Both were paid off”

. He had suspected this all along. Charlotte’s escape wasn’t just luck–she had help from the inside, giving her the perfect

chance to disappear.

“They claimed Charlotte was dead,” he said, his tone icy. “The DNA from the body they recovered at the lake matched hers. Were these same officers involved in falsifying those results?”

The investigator hesitated. “I can’t say for certain who manipulated the DNA evidence, but…” He tapped a key on the laptop, bringing up a news report about a fire that had occurred last week.

“I initially overlooked this, but the timing is significant. Charlotte Prescott’s disappearance correlates with reports of someone residing in this villa… So, eventually, I dug deeper,” the investigator explained.

Grayson’s mind raced to connect the pieces. “Are you saying Charlotte lived in the villa that burned down?”

The investigator nodded before explaining in detail. “A local woman I interviewed mentioned frequent visits from a vehicle, typically bringing a man to the property. The neighbors assumed the man’s wife was living there. But an interesting detail emerged–the food deliveries were consistently ordered for two people.”

He paused, allowing the significance to register.

“That’s when we realized two women were living in the villa. However, only one body was recovered after the fire is…” He paused, taking a measured breath. “Your mother owns the villa.”

Grayson’s jaw dropped at the revelation, and just like him, his assistant froze in stunned silence..

“You’re saying my mother might have helped Charlotte?” Grayson demanded, rising from his chair.

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“Yes, but it’s not that simple,” the investigator clarified. “Ms. Moretti never personally visited the property. I’m exploring the

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possibility that she allowed someone else to use it.”

Grayson’s body trembled with barely contained fury.

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“Boss, your mother wouldn’t help the person responsible for Landon’s death, right?” Eliot interjected; his voice strained with confusion.

But the question hit Grayson like a punch to the gut. His mother wouldn’t betray him to this extent… would she?

“If two people were living there,” Grayson managed through clenched teeth, “why did they only find one body?”

The investigator met his gaze steadily. “Because the other occupant might have orchestrated the fire as an escape route?

His breath hitched, but their attention was fixed on the investigator’s laptop as the investigator started to play the video.

“One piece of evidence came from a random social media influencer shooting interviews near a bus stop. You know those trending reels?”

Grayson acknowledged this with a tense nod. Soon, the screen showed a teenage girl conducting impromptu interviews.

“Hello, what do you think is the best restaurant in this area to try?” she asked cheerfully.

“Uh, in this place?” The interviewee laughed, but Grayson barely registered their exchange.

His eyes locked on a figure in the background–a woman in a hoodie. She was about to step onto the bus, but just before she could, she paused, her posture tense and wary. Her eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings as if hyperaware of every

movement.

The investigator replayed the video, pausing it exactly when Charlotte’s face appeared on the screen.

“That’s Charlotte Prescott!” Eliot exclaimed, pointing at the image.

“This confirms my theory; she orchestrated the fire as her means of escape from the villa,” the investigator said.

Grayson pressed his fingers against his temples, his mind reeling at the possibility of his mother’s involvement in this web of deception.

“Call my mother,” Grayson ordered Eliot, his voice tight.

But more urgently, he had to warn Isabella with Charlotte now on the run.

“Where was this bus headed?” Grayson asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice.

“SouthPark,” the investigator answered.

The answer sent Grayson’s fist crashing into, his desk with enough force to rattle the laptop.

“Isn’t Ms. Isabella there now?” Eliot asked.

“I’ll get there as soon as I can,” Grayson said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him. “But I want to know who the man heading to the villa is. Is it Lucas Murphy? It can’t just be anyone helping Charlotte–this person could easily afford to pay off the police and orchestrate such a crime.”

“There’s another possibility,” the investigator added. “It could be someone from your business rivals or even one of your siblings from the Blake family. Who knows?” He shrugged before shutting his laptop. “I’ll continue the investigation, but should we alert the police?”