CHAPTER 364
Author: Nathan Emorey
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-09 23:01:52

Dr. Hearst finally broke his silence, his voice calm but unsettling. “Donald is right about one thing—this isn’t random. Someone planned this, and they knew exactly what they were doing. A man like Nathan Reed doesn’t just… vanish unless someone wants him gone. But the real question is: why frame us?”

Vivian crossed her arms, her sharp gaze fixed on the doctor. “You mean to tell me someone orchestrated all this just to spark a war between us and the Reeds’ allies? What kind of lunatic does that?”

“One who stands to gain from it,” Hearst replied, his tone icy.

A tense silence filled the room, thick with suspicion and paranoia.

Donald broke it with a guttural growl. “Fine. I’ll find out who did it. And when I do, I’ll make sure they regret the day they were born. Nobody crosses Donald Arthur and gets away with it. Because I am already receiving calls and many of my investors and clients are withdrawing their funds from my company! I am going down!”

He pointed to Enrique. “You are
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