The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 766

Josiah slammed the phone down.

The picture was crystal clear. Fitch had weaponized Hackett's blind trust and desperation, using legal loopholes and a vague proxy document to gut their core assets.

Staring at the name "Apex Wealth Capital" and Fitch's name right beside it, Josiah slammed his fist onto the desk.

Finally having concrete proof of Fitch’s treachery, he didn't waste another second. He shoved the printed reports into his briefcase and grabbed his car keys, ready to confront the man face-to-face.

He strode down the empty corridors of the corporate headquarters, his dress shoes echoing sharply against the marble floors.

The polished elevator doors reflected his clenched jaw and the fury burning in his eyes.

His car tore out of the underground garage, merging aggressively into the afternoon traffic. The city blurred past his windows as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled up sharply in front of the Sherwood Group's towering glass-facade headquarters. Glancing up at the massive corporate logo, he took a deep breath and stepped out.

Josiah had fully intended to march straight into the executive suite, throw the evidence on the desk, and demand answers.

He never expected to hit a brick wall at the front desk.

Josiah stood staring at the heavy mahogany doors of the CEO's office, his grip tight on the thin folder. He had been waiting for twenty minutes. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioning and his own heavy heartbeat.

Dora Lawson looked up from her intercom for the third time, flashing a flawlessly practiced, professional smile.

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