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When he scrubbed through the recordings, something caught his eye. The footage showed Clara entering the study, dusting, and leaving without even glancing at the drawer. A few hours later, another figure slipped into the room. That was Daniel Whitmore, Richard’s 22-year-old son. The young man moved quickly, looking over his shoulder before pulling open the drawer. He pocketed the cash, smirking as he walked out.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, sh0cked. He knew Daniel’s reputation—reckless spending, gambling debts, and nights lost in Manhattan’s underground clubs. But this was different. The young man had let his father destroy Clara’s life so as to cover his own tracks.

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As Ethan brought the footage to Richard, the billionaire’s face darkened. His pride was at war with the truth. Admitting the mistake would mean acknowledging not just Clara’s innocence but his son’s disgrace.

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