The Stolen Daughter and the Dark Truth Behind a Billionaire Wedding
“She needed the marriage ended so you would turn to her for the merger,” he added.
I stared at him, the weight of his words settling into my chest like lead.
Maren had been telling the truth.
For five years, I had believed she betrayed me, while the real betrayers were sitting in my own boardroom.
“Give me the access key to the server,” I said.
“I don’t have the master key,” Dr. Vance said. “Only Tessa and the chief administrator have it.”
“Then find another way,” I said, stepping closer until he was pressed flat against the wall.
“There is a backup drive,” he said quickly. “In the desk in my private office.”
“Where is your office?” I asked.
“Through that service corridor,” he said, nodding toward the open wall panel. “But the security team is already moving down from the helipad.”
“Marcus,” I said into my mic. “Did you copy that?”
“I heard him,” Marcus said. “I’m redirecting the security feed to show the corridor is clear, but it won’t last.”
“Can you open this door from the inside panel?” I asked Dr. Vance.