Chapter 939

Chapter 939:
If she hadn’t come back to the Carter family… if none of the recent chaos had happened… she never would’ve found it.
Rubbing her temples, Stella let out a long breath and silently begged the universe for one more favor—that Sharon could track down the right reader fast, so she could finally figure out what secrets her mom had left behind.
Meanwhile, William stood by the window, staring out with a hard look on his face, jaw tight.
Luca’s voice filtered through the line, heavy with frustration. “Mr. Briggs, we’re still coming up empty. We’ve checked every place Ms. Russell’s mom ever worked or touched—nothing. The data’s like it never existed.”
William leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his temples as tension gripped his whole frame.
That data was everything—the one thing that could blow Alonzo’s entire operation wide open. It would prove he was behind illegal experiments, black ops projects, and all the dirt he’d buried. It was also the only thing that could clear Stella’s mom’s name for good.
Without it, the nightmare dragged on, and Stella stayed in the crosshairs.
After a pause, Luca threw out a thought. “Sir… maybe we should bring in Ms. Russell? It’s her mother. She might remember something—maybe her mom passed something on when she was a kid.”
William shut down the idea without a second thought. “Absolutely not. We’re not dragging her any deeper into this.”
His mind flashed back to what Stella’s mom had gone through—the fear, the betrayal, the way that group chewed people up and spit them out. His expression hardened, voice dropping cold.
“I’m ending this before it ever touches her again. That’s the only outcome I’ll accept.”
She’d been through enough. The last thing he wanted was for her to get caught up in more danger.
Luca went quiet for a second, then gave a soft “Understood,” before the line went dead.
There was no point arguing once William made up his mind. And honestly, if Stella ever caught wind of this, there was no way she’d just sit back. She’d throw herself right into the fire without blinking.
A few days later, William was healed enough to move around, so he made his way to the Carter family’s basement—where Amon was still being held. The place was dim and damp, the kind of room where secrets went to rot. Amon sat strapped to a chair with reinforced restraints, his face pale and drawn, but those wild, burning eyes of his were still full of twisted energy. The moment he saw William and Stella step into the room, a grin spread across his face—wide and smug, like he was the one in control.
“Well, well,” Amon drawled, flashing a cocky smile. “Didn’t think you of all people would show up, my dear cousin. Must mean I’m a big deal.”
William didn’t waste a second on pleasantries. He cut straight to it. “Where’s your main base? And was it Alonzo who gave the order to take out Stella’s mom?”
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