Chapter 395

Harrison didn't speak. His lips curved into a faint smile, but the subtle tightening of his fingers against his thigh gave away his tension.

His gaze remained fixed on the laptop screen, his darkening eyes reflecting the dim glow of the monitor. These files hadn't been discovered through his own investigation. Someone had deliberately planted them in his system.

The sender's skills matched his own, leaving no digital fingerprints behind. Even after tracing the IP, he'd only hit a dead end - a cleverly disguised virtual address.

"Evelyn," Harrison said abruptly, "we're leaving tonight."

The timing was too convenient. Whoever sent this evidence wanted them out of Coronia immediately. That alone told him this conspiracy ran deeper than they'd imagined.

Evelyn mirrored his suspicion. After hitting wall after wall in their investigation, these files had fallen into their laps like manna from heaven.

"Harrison, this feels staged," Evelyn murmured, her sharp intuition kicking in.

A proud smile tugged at Harrison's lips. She never missed a beat.

Their eyes met in silent understanding before Evelyn nodded. "Alright. Let's get packed."

Callum had arranged their private jet for that evening. But at the last moment, Harrison changed the plan.

"Book us commercial tickets instead."

Callum frowned. "The jet's safer and more discreet. Why risk airport security?"

"Just do it," Harrison insisted. "Next available flight out."

Though confused, Callum complied. But Evelyn and Harrison had no intention of boarding that plane.

"Harrison, Evelyn, what's the game here?" Callum demanded, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Harrison remained silent, letting Evelyn answer with a cryptic smile. "Ever read Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War'?"

Callum blinked. "What's that got to do with anything?"

Evelyn sighed dramatically. "Read it sometime. Might help you connect the dots."

"Harrison?" Callum turned to his friend helplessly.

Harrison merely checked his watch. "It's late, Evelyn. We should rest."

"Agreed."

They left Callum sputtering in the hallway. His angry shout followed them down the corridor. "Someone get in here!"

His assistant came running. "Mr. Blackwood?"

"'The Art of War' - find me a copy now! I'll be damned if I can't figure this out."

The assistant hesitated. "Sir... we don't have that in our library."

"What? How is that possible?"

"I could order it, sir. But international shipping would take two weeks minimum."

Callum kicked a nearby chair in frustration. "Useless! Can't even get a damn book when I need one!"

Evelyn's laughter mingled with Harrison's as they walked away. She turned to study Harrison's profile.

"Whoever's pulling these strings," she mused, "why are they so desperate to keep us from the truth? What are they hiding?"