“Marcus just sent a decryption key,” she said, her voice rising with excitement.

“He’s in.”

Richard leaned over her shoulder, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Open Vale’s personal archive,” Richard said.

Nora clicked a folder labeled with a string of numbers.

A list of document names appeared on the screen.

My heart beat wildly in my chest.

“Look at this,” Nora said, pointing to a subfolder.

The subfolder was named with Margaret’s initials: *MW*.

Nora double-clicked it, and dozens of files opened up.

“These are bank transfers,” Nora murmured.

“And email exchanges between Vale and Margaret.”

I leaned closer, holding my breath.

This was it.

The proof we needed to stop the blackmail.

Nora opened the first document, and her face went completely pale.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered.

She looked up at Richard, her eyes wide with shock.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Richard stared at the screen, his jaw tightening.

He didn’t speak.

“Nora, please,” I begged. “What does it say?”

“This isn’t just about Dr. Sterling,” Nora said, her voice shaking.

“Look at these transactions.”