My Husband Struck Me at a Gala to Protect a Corporate Raider — He Didn't Know I Frozen-Locked $85 Million of My Own Trust Five Minutes Earlier
The lockdown notice had crippled Mark, but Julian Kincaid was a different beast entirely. He was a corporate raider, ruthless and pragmatic. He would understand that the forged medallion stamp was his weakest link, his most damning piece of evidence. He would try to destroy it.
My mind went back to Leo’s description: the “red folder,” the “gold stamp.” The physical evidence.
“Sarah, I need you to do something,” I called out, finding her still near the locked server room. “Go to the hotel business center. Right now.”
“Why?” she asked, her brow furrowed.
“Julian is going to try to destroy the red folder,” I explained quickly. “The one with the forged medallion stamp. He’ll want to get rid of it before anyone else can see it.”
Her eyes widened. “And?”
“The business center,” I clarified. “Make sure the high-definition security recording is active in that room. If it’s not, activate it. Then, I need you to discreetly make sure Julian Kincaid knows where that shredder is.”
She nodded, understanding immediately. “Consider it done.”
Less than ten minutes later, my phone buzzed with a short text from Sarah: “Got it. Footage is live. And he just walked in.”
A knot of anticipation tightened in my chest. Julian Kincaid, the arrogant corporate raider, was walking into a trap of his own making.
I waited, picturing the scene. Julian, slick and self-assured, striding into the business center. Finding the red folder, perhaps tucked away from prying eyes. Then, the methodical, almost ritualistic act of shredding the damning evidence.
A few minutes later, Sarah’s second text arrived: “He shredded it. The whole folder. And he’s got this smug look on his face, like he just got away with murder.”
A cold smile touched my lips. He thought he had destroyed the evidence. He thought he was untouchable.
But every move he made, every panicked attempt to cover his tracks, was now being meticulously documented. The physical act of destruction, intended to erase his crime, had just become undeniable proof of his guilt, captured in crystal-clear high-definition.
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