Page 50 of Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance

“You’re going to hold your head high and not let him get under your skin again. You’ll wrap this up and move on. I promise you it won’t feel this bad forever,” she said.

“You’re right. There’s no use crying over him. It’s done. I’m done.”

I felt my heart shatter all over again saying those words, but I fought back the tears, heading straight to bed so I could sleep off this terrible nightmare. I clutched the sheets to my chest, allowing myself to cry. I didn’t check my phone, I didn’t want to hear any excuses. I just wanted to forget it all. I just want to forget you, Preston.

I sat on the lavish lounge chair in Mr. Wolfe’s living room, wondering why he chose to meet in such an intimate setting, but when he came out with an envelope in his hand, I began to understand why. I tried to swallow the tears that welled up inside my eyes, so I could focus on work, but it was taking every ounce of my energy.

“Are you all right, Katherine? You look a little uh, tired,” he said, sitting across from me.

“I’m all right, just looking forward to wrapping this investigation up for you,” I said.

“I’m certainly looking forward to that as well. I managed to get the spare key for Preston’s gallery for you as you did mention it’s one of his favorite places. I’d suggest heading there tonight since he will be at a business meeting which I’ll also be attending. If the file is there, you’ll definitely have the chance to find it.”

“I-I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“Katherine, you and I both know what’s going on here. I’m sure you want this investigation to be over much faster than you initially thought. Now that you know what kind of man my nephew really is, I’m sure you’ll do just about anything to finish the job. That includes finding the proof you need to sink him,” said Mr. Wolfe.

I nodded, gulping as he handed me the envelope with the little key safely inside.

I waited until nightfall to make my way to the gallery, and just from being back there for a few moments, it shattered my heart all over again. I felt my cell phone buzz in my pocket, taking it out to see that it was Preston calling again. I sighed, screening it once more so I could focus on the task at hand. I searched through the entire place, and I was just about to give up when I noticed one of the paintings was crooked.

I took it off the wall carefully to see that there was a document folded and taped to the back. I opened it up, rereading it a few times, realizing it was exactly what I was looking for. Bingo. I thought. I took one look at Preston’s signature, believing that I had proof he was engaging in criminal activity, but that’s when I noticed there was something strange about it. I furrowed my brow, stuffing the document into my purse to look over when I got home. I’m pretty sure Preston doesn’t write his C’s like that. I’ve seen his official documents. There’s something off about this. I thought.

I dropped my things at the doorway, rushing to my desk to pull out one of the documents I had with me, and just as I suspected, there was a slight difference in the way the C was written. I sat there absolutely baffled, wondering what was really going on here. If Preston isn’t the one behind this, then who is? Oh my God. William.

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