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The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX
Lee adjusted his glasses, staring at the papers spread across the long, polished boardroom table. His face was tense, his fingers hitting lightly against the tableâs edge.The numbers didnât make sense, and the more he looked at them, the more confused and frustrated he became.Reynold sat across from him, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. His expression was equally grim.âThis canât be right,â Lee muttered, shaking his head. He tapped the paper with his pen, circling a specific number. âThereâs a hole here. A big one. Funds have been siphoned off somehow. Do you see this?âReynold leaned forward, grabbing the papers from Leeâs hand. His sharp eyes scanned the lines of data. âYeah, I see it,â he said flatly, slamming the papers back onto the table. âBut what I donât see is how it happened. And who made it happen.âLee frowned. âThatâs the real question, isnât it?â He let out a sigh and sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples. âThis isnât a mistake. Someoneâs stealing
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN
The sun was shining bright in the clear blue sky, and the waves crashed gently against the shore. Franklin parked the car on the sandy lot, pulling the keys from the ignition. He leaned back for a second, looking at the ocean through the windshield. It had been a long time since he felt like thisâcalm, almost peaceful.Conor opened the passenger door and stepped out, stretching his arms wide. âMan, this is perfect! You sure know how to pick a spot, Franklin.âFranklin smiled faintly as he grabbed a beach towel from the backseat. âYeah, well, I figured we both needed a break. Things have beenâŚa bit much lately.ââA bit?â Conor snorted. âThatâs putting it lightly.â He slammed the car door shut and followed Franklin onto the sand.The beach wasnât too crowded. A few families were playing in the water, some couples strolled along the shore, and a group of kids built sandcastles a little further down. Franklin took a deep breath, the salty sea air filling his lungs. It felt goodâlike the t
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT
The Bernard house was quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that felt heavy. Daisy sat on the couch, her hands resting on her growing belly. She was tiredâtired of everything. But the silence didnât last long.Mrs. Bernard walked into the room, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. She glanced at Daisy, then at the doorway, making sure no one else was around. She sat down beside her daughter.âDaisy, I want to talk to you.âDaisy turned her head slowly, already dreading whatever her mother was about to say. âWhat now, Mom?âMrs. Bernard leaned in, her eyes serious. âYou should go back to Franklin. We canât keep spending time around here. Time is running out, and if you donât act fast, this whole plan is going to fall apart.âDaisy frowned, shifting uncomfortably. âMom, Iâm not sure anymore that I want to continue with this. I mean, what if...âMrs. Bernard cut her off, her voice rising slightly. âNo âwhat ifs,â Daisy! Weâve come too far for you to start doubting now. You have
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE
It was a good day and Franklin Miles had resumed work in his small office, papers were scattered across his desk. He stared at the screen of his laptop.The light from outside illuminated the room slightly, casting shadows on the walls. He wasnât thinking about the spreadsheets or emails in front of him. His thoughts were stuck on the mess at Miles Empire, the company he had once been so proud to be a part of.Just as his mind wandered deeper into how he could solve the problems, there was a knock on the door. It wasnât loud, but it was enough to pull him back to the present.âCome in,â he said, sitting up straighter and closing his laptop.The door opened, and Ashley walked inside. She was holding a notepad and her phone, looking both hesitant and defined. Her expression was serious, and Franklin immediately knew she wasnât here for small talk.âHey, Franklin,â she began, her voice soft but steady. âIâve got something you need to hear.âFranklin leaned back in his chair, motioning fo
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
The grand ballroom of the Empire State Hotel was alive with chatter, laughter, and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. The hotel had drawn influential figures from all over the city, their polished shoes tapping softly against the marble floor.Vera Martyn adjusted her blue dress. Her sister, Deborah, stood beside her, sharp-eyed and composed, sipping from a glass of water.Deborah glanced at her younger sister, speaking in a low voice. âStick close, Vera. This is more than just a party for us. We need to know who our real guests are and whoâs looking for a chance to stab us in the back.âVera gave a small nod, her lips curving into a polite smile as she scanned the room. âI understand. But you know Iâm not good at small talk. What if I say something stupid?âDeborah smirked. âThen let me do the talking. You just listen. People always say too much when they think no oneâs paying attention.âA man in a tailored black suit walked past, giving them a nod of acknowledgment. Deborah
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE
Franklin sat at his desk, his office quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. A thick file lay open in front of him, its pages filled with notes and reports Ashley had compiled over the past few days. His fingers rested against the polished wood of the desk as he read through the latest updates, trying to make sense of the secrets and lies that seemed to be choking Miles Empire.He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The reports detailed irregular activities in the companyâdocuments signed under false names, strange emails sent to board members, and accounts that didnât add up. The same scandal he had suspected from the very beginning. Ashley had done an incredible job gathering the pieces, but they still didnât form a complete picture.The sound of footsteps outside the door made him look up. A moment later, Deborah walked in, holding her own folder of papers. She looked exhausted but determined, her sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on him.âAny lu
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-TWO
Franklin had his phone pressed tightly to his ear. The faint murmur of Mr. Russellâs voice came through the line as Franklin listened carefully. A pen rested in his hand, which he occasionally twirled between his fingers while jotting down a few notes on the notepad in front of him. The room was quiet except for the sound of the call, the distant hum of the air conditioner, and the occasional scratch of his pen on paper.âYes, Mr. Russell, I understand,â Franklin said, nodding even though Russell couldnât see him. âYouâre saying the financial reports are showing inconsistencies. How bad is it?âBefore Russell could respond, Franklin heard the soft creak of the door opening behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Conor step into the room.Conor gave him a small wave and pointed at the couch, silently asking if it was okay to sit. Franklin nodded and gestured for him to wait.âFranklin?â Russellâs voice crackled through the phone, bringing his attention back to the call.âSorry
The Return Of Franklin Miles   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE
Jake was in the living room, tossing cushions off the couch and rifling through the drawers in the coffee table. His mom had asked him to pick up groceries, and he needed some cash. He knew there was always spare money hidden somewhere, and he wasnât going to give up until he found it.âWhere is it?â Jake muttered to himself, shoving some loose papers aside.He moved to the side cabinet near the TV, opening the drawers one by one. As he searched, his hand brushed against something small and hard. It was a flash drive. Curious, he held it up and squinted at it.âWhatâs this?â he said aloud, his brow furrowed.Jake grabbed his laptop from the dining table and plugged the drive in. It didnât take long before a folder popped up. Inside were two files: a video and an audio recording. His curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked on the video.At first, the screen was shaky, but then it steadied. It showed Daisy, sitting on her bed, holding her phone at an angle that looked precise, l
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR
The cafĂŠ where Daisy and Richmond were finally meeting was quiet, the soft hum of conversations and clinking cups filling the air.Daisy sat at a corner table, her hands resting on her lap, fidgeting nervously. She had texted Richmond the day before, asking to meet. To her surprise, he had agreed, though she wasnât sure if it was out of guilt or curiosity.When Richmond walked in, Daisy spotted him immediately. He was wearing a leather jacket over a plain t-shirt, his usual smirk absent from his face. His steps were slow as he approached her table.âYou wanted to talk?â Richmond said, his voice calm but distant as he pulled out a chair and sat down.Daisy nodded, her throat itching. She had rehearsed what she wanted to say a hundred times, but now that he was here, the words felt jumbled. âYes. Thank you for coming.âRichmond leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. âWhatâs this about, Daisy? I donât have all day.âHer hands gripped the edge of the table as she took a deep breath.
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THREE
Jake walked into Franklinâs office earlier that day, holding a small USB drive tightly in his hand. Franklin had been sitting behind his desk, reviewing documents, but when he saw Jake, he set the papers down and leaned forward.âJake,â Franklin said, his voice calm but curious.Jake hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the drive. âI⌠I couldnât keep this anymore. I had to come and show it to you.â He placed the USB on the desk, sliding it toward Franklin.Franklin picked it up, examining it. âWhat exactly is in this?ââRecordings,â Jake said, his voice low. âRecordings of Daisy and my mom. She⌠sheâs the one who planned everything. She told Daisy to trap you, to use the baby as a way to control you.âFor a moment, Franklin didnât move. He just stared at Jake, his jaw tightening. âYouâre serious?âJake nodded. âI swear. I found the recorded conversations. I didnât know if I should tell you at first, but I couldnât live with it anymore.âFranklin looked at him for a long time before s
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWO
The courtroom was packed the next morning. Every seat was occupied, and the room hummed with whispers and muffled conversations.Reporters lined the back wall, their cameras ready to capture every moment of the high-profile case. At the center of it all was Franklin Miles and his team, determined to reclaim Miles' Empire and bring justice to those who had tried to destroy it.Ashley in front of their legal table, her briefcase resting neatly beside her. She adjusted her blazer and took a deep breath, glancing at Franklin, who gave her a nod of encouragement. She was nervous but also ready to fight. This wasnât just about saving the company; it was about protecting everything her team had worked for.Bill Ford sat on the other side of the courtroom with his lawyer. His face was stony, but his eyes darted around the room, betraying his unease. Beside him were Prof. Arjun, Ivan, Viktor, Igor, and the Insider, all looking equally tense. The charges against them were serious, and they knew
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED
In the evening Franklin stood outside the large warehouse. The cold air stung his face, but he didnât care.This was the moment he had been waiting for, a chance to finally put an end to everything Bill Ford and his crew had done.Beside him were Conor, Russell, Stephen, and a team of armed security guards. Everyone was focused, ready for what was about to happen.Conor glanced at Franklin. âWeâve got the building surrounded. No way for them to escape,â he said in a low voice.Franklin nodded. âGood. Letâs move in.âWith a signal from Conor, the security team moved forward, silently positioning themselves around the warehouse.Franklin motioned for Russell and Stephen to follow him as he pushed open the main door. The sound of the door creaking echoed in the quiet space, and inside, they saw Bill Ford standing at a table with Prof. Arjun, Ivan, Viktor, Igor, and the Insider.The men froze when they noticed Franklin and his team. For a moment, no one spoke. The tension in the air was s
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE
The door creaked open, and Conor stepped inside. His look was serious, and his eyes glanced around the room, quickly locking onto Franklin.The room was quieter now, with just Franklin, Vera, Deborah, Mr. Hughes, and Ashley seated around the table.Franklin stood up immediately, his hands resting firmly on the table. âWhat did you find out?â he asked.Conor crossed the room and stood beside Franklin, lowering his voice but still loud enough for everyone to hear. âThe Insider met Bill Ford. Theyâre working together, as we suspected. He gave Bill a full update. Told him weâre on to them, mentioned the CCTV footage and the fingerprints.âFranklinâs brows furrowed. âDid they say anything about their next action?âConor nodded, his jaw tightening. âBill Ford is angry, but heâs not giving up. Heâs planning to cover his tracks, maybe destroy the evidence we have against them. Heâs got Viktor, Igor, and Ivan in on it, and Professor Arjun is helping him figure out the technical side. They know
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT
Franklin's hands were folded in front of him. The room was filled with a few people that had been there for hours.Conor had just left, taking the responsibility of tracking the Insider. Now, it was time for Franklin to make the next move.He glanced at the faces of Vera, Deborah, Mr. Hughes, and Ashley. The group was waiting for him to speak.Franklin inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts before speaking.âIâve made a decision,â he said quietly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency. âWeâre locking down the building. I want everyone out. No one gets in or out until weâve figured this out. We canât afford to take any more chances. If weâre going to settle this, we need complete control.âVera, always the first to act when things got serious, nodded immediately. âUnderstood. Iâll see to that. details. Everyone will be escorted out, and weâll make sure the perimeter is secure.âDeborah didnât say anything, but Franklin could see the gears turning in her mind. She, too, knew the
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-SEVEN
The day had been full of tension, even as the Insider walked out of the meeting room, he felt a sense of fear.He had convinced the others that he was just Paul, a simple logistics employee, and for now, it seemed like they believed him still.But as he made his way out of the building, he had no idea that Conor was silently following him. Franklin had ordered him to keep a close eye on the Insider.Conor stayed far enough behind to remain unnoticed but close enough to follow the Insiderâs every step. He saw the Insider turn into a narrow alley, change the face mask and clothes he was wearing and pull out his phone.Conor stopped and crouched down behind a parked car, straining to see him changing and to hear the conversation.The Insider was speaking to someone on the other end, his voice low and hurried.âI donât know how they found out,â the Insider was saying. âBut the son of Mr. Miles is back. He knows about the plan and they have footage and fingerprints of all of us. Iâm on my
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX
The Insider stood at the center of everyoneâs attention, his face calm but his eyes darting nervously around the room.Franklin watched him closely, noting every twitch, every sign of unease.The room was still except for the quiet hum of the laptop, which had just finished playing the damning CCTV footage.âI donât know who this person youâre talking about is,â the Insider said, his voice steady but with a hint of defensiveness. âYouâve got the wrong man. Iâm Paul. I work in logistics. Check with my teamâtheyâll tell you.âFranklin narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening on the edge of the table. Paul? Is that the best he could come up with?Conor exchanged a glance with Franklin, then stepped forward, his arms crossed over his chest. âPaul, huh? If youâre so innocent, then how do you explain the fingerprints on the server equipment? They match yours.âThe Insider shrugged, trying to look unconcerned. âItâs not uncommon to have similar fingerprints in large companies. Maybe someone
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE
The light from the overhead lamps made the space feel brighter. Franklin, who had arrived earlier than the usual time, took a seat and his hands rested on the table, fingers lightly tapping as he waited for the others.His mind raced with thoughts about what was going to happen today. This is the time. No more hiding. Itâs time to face Bill Ford and his evil schemes.The door creaked open, and Conor stepped inside, carrying a laptop bag and a small black case.Behind him was Mr. Hughes, who looked serious as always.Then came Ashley, her expression calm but her fingers nervously clutching a folder.Vera and Deborah entered last, talking quietly between themselves.Everyone greeted and took their seats around the table.Franklin stood up, clearing his throat. âThanks for coming, everyone. We donât have much time, so letâs get straight to it.âConor placed the black case on the table and unlocked it, pulling out a small stack of papers and a flash drive.âWeâve gathered enough proof to
