CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

RICHARD'S POV

An hour later, I stood in the dimly Lit parking lot behind my office building, the cold night air biting at my skin. The sound of tires on wet asphalt signaled Gustavo's arrival. He pulled up in a nondescript sedan, the back door opening to reveal a man who looked far too relaxed for someone caught in the eye of a storm.

Michael Derringer, the leaker, stepped out, a slight stumble in his step, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the dim lighting. He looked up, locking eyes with me, a flicker of recognition passing over his features before it was quickly masked by indifference.

"Richard, huh?" His voice held a mocking tilt, the arrogance of his stance infuriating me further.

"Why did you leak those false trash about me? And why lie about being arrested?" I asked, my voice calm but ice-cold.

Michael smirked, leaning his back against the car. "Why does anyone do anything in this game? Money, Mr. Richard. It's always about the money."

The simplicity of his answer, the
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