Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 269

As Grace exited the building, a black sedan was waiting at the curb.

Elliot saw her and quickly got out to open the car door.

"Grace, our first meeting is with Matthew, the former technical director at Bastian Dynamics," Elliot said, his voice low.

"The records show that after the company went bankrupt, he moved back to his hometown and opened a small convenience store. He's not doing well."

"Let's go."

Grace stared out the window at the passing scenery, her eyes dark and deep.

Matthew's small store was located in a dilapidated old neighborhood slated for demolition.

When the "reporter" arrived, the middle-aged man seemed nervous, not knowing what to do with his hands.

"Ah, what happened back then…" Matthew sighed, pouring Grace a glass of water from a tea-stained cup.

"Mr. Hawke was a true genius, but he was also completely reckless."

Grace's grip on her recording pen tightened. "Reckless?"

"You bet." Matthew took a long drag from his cigarette. Through the cloud of smoke, his eyes looked cloudy.

"We all warned him back then not to expand so quickly. Our foundation was weak, we couldn't handle that kind of risk."

"But Mr. Hawke wouldn't listen. He said it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he was going to bet everything he had on it."

"And what happened?" Grace pressed. "Was it because the Clarke Corporation broke the contract?"

"Broke the contract?" Matthew scoffed, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

"Miss, you're too naive. In business, things are never that simple."

"It was an inside job!"

Matthew slapped his thigh, his face a mask of frustration and regret.

"That Silas Greymark, Mr. Hawke's best friend! I'm telling you, Mr. Hawke once sold his own car to pay off Silas's gambling debts when he couldn't even make payroll."

"And what does that son of a bitch do? He turns around and sells our core code to an outside company!"

Grace's heart seized.

Silas Greymark.

It was him again.

She remembered her uncle slinging an arm around that man's shoulders, smiling as he told her, "Grace, call him Mr. Greymark. This is a friendship your uncle would die for."

A friendship worth dying for?

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