“You signed the transfer authorizations for the offshore accounts, Julian,” Andrew said, not looking at him.

“I didn’t read them!” Julian yelled. “She said it was standard procedure!”

“These are bankruptcy filings,” I whispered, stepping closer to the screen.

I pointed to a folder labeled *L-Corp_Restructuring_Draft*.

“Look at the dates,” I said. “They planned to file these next month, right after the product launch.”

Andrew stopped typing.

His eyes scanned the document names, his jaw tightening again.

“They were going to announce that the new food stabilization formulas were toxic,” Andrew said. “A fabricated lab report.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“Toxic?” I asked. “My formulas are perfectly safe. I tested them dozens of times.”

“It wouldn’t matter if they were safe,” Andrew said, looking at me. “The media would run the story first.”

“The stock would crash,” Koko said, understanding immediately. “And then Victoria’s investment firm buys the debt for pennies.”

“Exactly,” Andrew said.

He leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the screen.

“They have a mole inside the laboratory,” Andrew said. “Someone who was going to swap the samples before the official FDA audit.”