The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 411

“That’s a relief,” Reese said, her smile growing a little brighter.

Now, with Dylon’s market manipulation on record, and charges of embezzlement and fraud stacked on top, he was looking at years behind bars. Ten years might even be the bare minimum.

“Oh, and Detective Sanchez, there’s something else I need to give you.” Her voice turned serious. “It’s about Grace paying Alex to cause the accident that killed my mother.”

She turned, opened her safe, and pulled out a USB drive. She handed it to Roman, meeting his eyes. “This holds evidence that Bailey and Nathaniel trafficked human organs twenty years ago. There are account books, partnership agreements, and a list of everyone involved. I think my mother must have discovered something, and that’s why Grace had her killed.”

Roman immediately understood how serious this was and plugged the drive into his laptop.

The screen lit up with the words “The Voyager Project.” Every transaction, every profit-sharing detail, laid bare for anyone to see.

“Was this evidence obtained legally?” Roman asked, looking up at her, his eyes sharp and searching.

“I got it from the old Meyer family house last night,” Reese said quietly. Her voice caught as she remembered her mother. “Detective, please help me find out who else was involved.”

“I will,” Roman promised, putting the USB drive away carefully. “But Ms. Meyer, if anything else comes up, you have to tell me right away. Don’t take risks like this again.”

“I promise,” Reese nodded. For the first time in a long while, she felt some of the heaviness in her chest begin to ease. “Thank you, Detective Sanchez.”

When Roman and his team left, Reese leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let out a long, shaky breath.

…

At the same time, over at Ratcliff Global, Bailey sat in the meeting room, grinning as he looked at the new agreement he’d just signed with Joseph.

“I’ll be waiting for your good news, Mr. Ratcliff,” Bailey said, getting up to shake Joseph’s hand.

After leaving Ratcliff Tower, Bailey slid into the back seat of his car, feeling on top of the world. He called his assistant, Douglas. “Spread the word. Start building the Blade operating system platform. I want all the people and resources we need, and I want them now.”

The car pulled into the underground garage at Vista Tech. Bailey walked into his office, only to see two people standing by the windows.

Sofia was wearing a plain white dress. She looked so much thinner, her once-round cheeks hollow, dark circles visible under her eyes.

“Dad,” she said, turning to face him. Her voice was scratchy.

Bailey stopped in his tracks, an ache of worry rushing through him. “Sofia? When did you get back? Why are you so thin?” He stepped forward, wanting to ruffle her hair like he used to, but as he looked at her face, so much like Grace’s, his hand froze in midair.