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    Her n had always been to expose Nixon once her grandmother was gone, even if it meant dragging herself down in the process. If she had nothing left to lose, why not take him with her?


    “This particr partner used to work closely with Nixon. Their business dealings stopped three years ago, but they’ve keptundering money—faking shipments, doctoring records. The scale of it is huge.”


    Ste had thought the files William provided were thorough, but what was she holding now? It dug even deeper. She hadn’t imagined the victim’s family had uncovered this much.


    “This is gold. Thank you—really,” Ste said, her voice full of gratitude. Gently sliding the documents closer, the woman added, “That’s all I’ve been able to gather. You’ll have to dig into the rest—especially around the port and that partner of his.”


    For someone with no ess or influence, the fact she’d collected this much over the years was nothing short of remarkable.


    For Ste, this was a breakthrough. She tucked the documents carefully into her bag and exchanged numbers with the woman, sealing a silent pact between them.


    “Won’t you stay for dinner?” the woman asked with a touch of warmth in her voice.


    Ste offered a small smile and shook her head. “I should head back now—it’s a long trip down.”


    The woman didn’t try to stop her. She simply lifted a hand and said bluntly, “If something happens to you while digging into this… we won’t be able to save you.”


    The words were harsh, but Ste understood them for what they were—a warning, not a dismissal.


    She gave a reassuring smile. “I know the risks. But trust me—I won’t let you down.”


    Ste got back on the old tricycle and began making her way down the mountain path once more. Behind her, the woman stood quietly, her gaze distant and full of thought.


    She slowly turned to look at her grandmother, who was seated silently inside the room. “Let’s hope this Sylvia Gilbert woman really can bring Nixon down,” she murmured.


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    The old woman, her hair fully gray, stared out at the path Ste had taken. With a faint, sorrowful smile, she said, “We’ve run out of options. She’s ourst chance now.”


    Ste got home around two in the morning.


    She felt sticky and worn out from the day, so she jumped straight into the shower. By the time she stepped out, it was almost three.


    She’d managed to visit the victim’s family on her own, but she just couldn’t bring herself to face Nixon’s old partner alone.


    Lying on her side in bed, she scrolled through her contacts.


    Her thumb hovered over William’s number… but she hesitated.


    She knew she couldn’t keep relying on him.


    So, she kept scrolling—until she saw Shaun’s name.


    She sent a quick text. “Mr. Smith, are you free tomorrow?”


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