Replying to @edwardsparktok Update: 2 I heard my daughter talking on the phone: "Dad is such an idiot, Emma. Mom's boyfriend practically lives here while... | By Khan Gaming | Heard my daughter talking on the phone. Dad is such an idiot, Emma. Mom's boyfriend practically lives here while Dad is away on business trips. She laughed and said, we're waiting for dad's inheritance to clear. Then we'll all move to Chicago together. The next morning, I did something that would make them regret cheating on me. I changed my will, my accounts, and left divorce papers. The crystal tumbler felt heavy in Harrison Shaw's hand as he savored his nightly bourbon, a small reward for closing the $200 million dollars Riverside development deal. The Amber Liquid caught the dim hallway light as he passed his daughter's bedroom, preparing to the good news with 17-year-old Lily but her voice, pitched low and conspiratorial, stopped him cold. Dad's so stupid. Emma, Lily's words sliced through the mahogany door. He actually thinks mom's upset about him traveling so much. Like, hello, Ryan practically lives here during Dad's business trips. Harrison's fingers tightened around the glass. The ice cubes clinking softly, a discorded note in the sudden silence of his world. I mean, they're not even subtle anymore. Lily giggled, twisting something in Harrison's chest. Mom says once dad's inheritance clears, we're all moving to Chicago other. New life, new start. The bourbon turned bitter on his tongue. Rebecca, his wife of 12 years, the woman he trusted to help raise Lily after Sarah's death. The same woman who'd encouraged him to take more business trips this past year, who insisted he focused on expanding Shaw development's reach. Ryan says the timing has to be perfect, Lily's voice dropped lower, taking on an edge of importance that made Harrison lean closer. Once they have control of Shaw development, the board won't have a choice about approving the Marina Project, not that it matters. The environmental impact study was totally faked anyway. The Glad nearly slipped from Harrison's grip. Ryan, not just any Ryan, Ryan Blackwood, the EPA oversight director who'd fast tracked approvals for the Marina Project, the same man who'd been surprisingly amenable to every modification, every deadline adjustment. Harrison pulled back from the door, his mind racing through every interaction, every meeting, those convenient inspection schedules, the way Rebecca always knew the status of his projects, the careful questions about his father's health. He moved silently down the hallway, each step measured and controlled. In his study, he placed the untouched bourbon on his desk and pulled out his phone, not to confront, not yet. First, he needed to understand the depth of the betrayal. Three calls later, his private investigator, Jack Monroe, was heading to the office. I need everything, Harrison said quietly. Every meeting, every phone call, every document that's crossed my father's desk in the last year. Your wife's activities, two, Jack's voice was professional, careful. Especially those. Harrison's gaze fell on the family photo on his desk. Rebecca, Lily, himself, all smiling, all lies. And Jack, I need the real environmental impact data for the Marina Project. The actual studies, not the ones that crossed my desk. This is going to get expensive, Jack warned. Money's not an issue. Harrison opened his laptop, accessing the offshore accounts he'd maintained since Sarah's death. What matters is discretion. No one can know we're looking, especially not my daughter. After ending the call, Harrison poured himself a fresh bourbon. This one he drained. The familiar Burn couldn't match the cold fury building in his chest. Rebecca hadn't just betrayed their marriage. She corrupted his daughter, threatened his company and compromised everything he'd built. But she'd made one critical mistake. She thought she was dealing with a broken man. Someone too caught up in business to notice the decay in his own home. She didn't know about Geneva about the contingencies he'd put in place after Sarah died. She didn't know that Harrison Shaw had learned long ago never to keep all his power in one place. The next morning, Harrison maintained his routine with practice precision, breakfast with the family, coffee while Rebecca detailed her plans for redecorating the sunroom, a kiss goodbye as he headed to work. Instead, he met Jack in a private room at the Carlton Hotel. It's worse than you thought, Jack said, spreading photos across the table. Every business trip you've taken in the past 18 months coincided with EPA inspections at your project sites. Harrison studied the surveillance photos. Rebecca and Ryan entering hotels, restaurants, his own house, but it was the time stamps that told the real story. These meetings, Harrison tapped one photo. They're all scheduled around board votes or regulatory deadlines. They're organized. Jack confirmed. Your wife didn't stumble into this affair. She chose Ryan Blackwood specifically. Look at these. More photos. Rebecca at lunch with other EPA officials. Ryan meeting with competitors who'd mysteriously withdrawn their bids on key properties. The Marina Project isn't their first target, Jack continued. They've done this before, different cities, different companies. Ryan moves in, find a vulnerable executive and Rebecca provides the vulnerability. Harrison finished, his voice steady, but his eyes had turned to steal. What about my father? Jack hesitated. That's where it gets interesting. I spoke with his nurse, Maria Torres. Your wife visits every Tuesday afternoon. I know, she brings him magazines, keeps him company. She brings papers. Legal documents disguised as medical forms. Your father's signature is on transfer authorizations, board resolutions. Harrison's fist came down on the table, the first crack in his composure. He's dying of cancer and they're using that too. He stopped, drawing in a deep breath. What's their end game? Control. Jack pulled out more documents. Once your inheritance clears, you'll own controlling interest in Shaw development. But these transfers your father's been signing, they're setting up a complex web of shell corporations. On paper, you'll have the power. In reality, Rebecca and Ryan will control everything. Harrison stood, moving to the window. Below, Chicago's business district hung with activity, oblivious to the betrayal being orchestrated in its midst. And my daughter, she's been there eyes and ears. Every time you've worked from home, every private call, she's been reporting back. Her trust fund isn't just Generous. Harrison, it's being managed by one of Ryan's shell companies. Harrison's reflection in the window showed no emotion but his words carried deadly weight. They've turned my child into a spy. There's one more thing. Jack pulled out a final folder. Your first wife's accident. I found some irregularities in the original investigation. Harrison turned slowly. Sarah's death wasn't random. I need more time to confirm but Jack's phone buzzed. He checked it, frowning. Your wife just accessed your father's medical records. She's moving faster than we expected. Harrison said quietly, she's moving exactly as I need her to. He pulled out his phone, dialing a number from memory. Thomas, it's Harrison Shaw. I need to see my father's lawyer tonight. The law offices of Brandonberg and associates cast long shadows in the Chicago Twilight. Harrison sat across from Gerald Brandenburg, his father's lawyer of 30 years, watching as the older man reviewed the documents Jack and provided. This is Gerald removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes. Harrison, this is systematic corporate theft. These medical forms your father signed. They're transferring control of key subsidiaries to offshore entities. Can it be reversed? Some of it. But Harrison, there's more. Gerald pulled out another file, your daughter's trust fund, the one Rebecca insisted on setting up last year. It's structured as a corporate holding company. Once these transfers are complete, Lily will technically control 30% of Shaw development's voting rights, which Rebecca will control until Lily turns twenty-five. Harrison's voice was Ice. They're using my daughter as a corporate puppet. Exactly. And with Ryan Blackwood's position at the EPA, they can force through the Marina Project Approval, tanked the company's value and walk away with millions while destroying everything your father built. Harrison stood, moving to the window. The city lights blurred into a constellation of betrayal. What they don't know is that I've been expecting something like this. Not this exactly but something. Gerald raised an eyebrow. The Geneva account. After Sarah died, I learned the hard way that trust is a luxury I can't afford. Harrison turned back to the desk. Show me everything they've signed, everything they've moved. I need to know exactly what pieces they think they control. For the next hour, they traced the web. Now you can watch the second part by pressing share and more.
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