Chapter 350
Outside Hackett Manor, two rows of guards stood watch. Once Maeve’s vehicle arrived, it went straight into the garage.
Hackett Manor was highly secluded. In this nearly deserted area, no one would notice her journey from the police station.
“Ms. Scott, this way, please,” the butler said. He led Maeve to a room on the second floor
Marve recalled that few people ever went upstairs in Hackett Manor.
She hadn’t expected the second floor to have so many guest rooms. “Ms. Scott, if there’s anything you dislike, please let me know. I’ll have it redecorated.”
There’s no need for that. I like it here.”
The room was practically a three–bedroom suite. She liked it very much.
“Very well. If you
need anything, just press the b
button on the wall. Someone will come to assist you.”
“Thank you.”
The butler left the room.
Maeve looked around. The decor was upscale and clean, with high–quality, new materials arranged neatly. It was much like a high–end hotel.
A faint tea fragrance filled the room, it made Maeve feel relaxed and refreshed.
Maeve took out her phone and opened her conversation with Zion, but she hesitated to send a message.
With Zion abroad, he wouldn’t be able to come. Given Zion’s relationship with Levi, s she wondered if Zion had asked him to help her out,
At the door, a few knocks sounded. She subconsciously put away her phone and said, “Come in.”
The bodyguard opened the door and ushered Levi in
Levi was dressed in a crisp white shirt, and his face bore a slight pallor. “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said.
“How could that be? I haven’t properly thanked Mr. Hackett yet, or else I might end up in jail.”
“I initially didn’t want to disturb your rest, but my people have uncovered something, and I thought Ms. Scott would want to know,” Levi continued
“Is it about that one billion discrepancy?” Maeve inquired.
“Yes,” Levi replied calmly, but Maeve sensed a hint of something unusual in his words.
“Is it related to someone from my family?”
billion shortfall in the accounts
Naturally, it was related to the Scott family’s accounts. Maeve didn’t want to suspect her family, but the one b couldn’t have happened overnight.
Those she had offended or those seeking her downfall wouldn’t have the means to tamper with the Scott family’s accounts.
Moreover, according to what Richard had said, the deflect in the Scott family’s accounts was real. It wasn’t something someone had deliberately orchestrated.
“Here, take a look at this,” Levi said. Then, he handed over a document to Maeve,
Maeve took the documents and noticed that the cover was specially designed for the Hackett family. As she flipped to the first page, she found a thick stack of papers, including 10Us and promissory notes.
Some of them had mud and bloodstains, and some were slightly yellowed. Each one had been neatly encased in plastic bags by Levi’s people. As she flipped through, Maeve grew increasingly alarmed. A chill crept up her spine. Every signature on the IOUS and promissory notes belonged to one person.
That person was
was Philip S
Scott.
“Is it Uncle Phil?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Her Uncle Phil? No, she had never known about any of this