Chapter 355
Chapter 355:
“Hey, did you hear? William rushed out of the institute this morning. Still hasn’t come back.”
“I thought he left Choria already? Must be something urgent.”
“Really? Must be really urgent for him to look anxious. I always thought nothing rattled that man.”
Stella stayed quiet, listening.
They filled their cups and left—silence returned.
She took a long sip of water, eyes lowered. Wherever William had gone, it wasn’t her business. Not anymore. But one thing still gnawed at her—did he know what Finnegan did?
By the end of the workday, there was still no reply.
Fine. If she couldn’t count on William, she’d find answers herself.
That evening, she hired a private investigator.
Finnegan was arrogant, careless. The type who thought he was untouchable—and people like that always left cracks.
By the next day, the results were in. Turns out, Finnegan was a regular at a club called Light Story. Stella’s eyes narrowed. A plan was already forming. She shared the details with the team. “I’m going to confront Finnegan,” she said calmly. “If we’re lucky, he’ll slip up.”
Sandra didn’t hesitate. “Sylvia, I’m coming with you. I’m all in.”
Jamir, ever the cautious one, frowned. “Isn’t that… risky?” Sandra shot him a look. “Got a better plan?”
He said nothing. The silence spoke for itself.
Elbert finally spoke, steady and clear. “We go with Sylvia’s idea. Let’s try it. We’ve got nothing to lose now.”
Stella glanced at the clock. 8:30 PM. Not too late. They changed into casual clothes and headed out. They really hoped to find the answers they needed.
Upon arriving at Light Story, Stella kept her expression casual as she approached the front desk. Under the pretext of applying for membership, she took the liberty to explore the place.
𝓛⍺𝕥𝒆𝕊𝓽 с𝒉αρ𝐭𝓮𝓇𝓈 gⲁⅼ𝓷𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝗌﹒с𝑜ｍ
Stella and the team strolled through the corridors, soaking in the opulent atmosphere. When they reached the second floor, a familiar voice rang out—loud, cocky, and unmistakable. “Come on, guys! Raise your glasses!”
Stella exchanged a glance with her team and then pointed to the room next door. “We’ll take this suite. Sign us up.” The server didn’t waste time and led them in.
Once the door shut behind them, the team circled up. “So what now?” someone whispered.
The soundproofing was good—too good. They couldn’t hear a thing from next door.
Stella tapped her phone, lips tight. “We’ll need help.”
She called Sharon. After a quick explanation, help was on the way. Minutes later, a woman in a curve-hugging red dress knocked at their door. Her voice was low and smoky.
“Ms. Mitchell sent me. What do you need?”
Stella leaned in and explained the situation in hushed tones. The woman nodded with a smirk, flipped her hair, and left.
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