They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 16: The Break-In

Jack drove home, his hands shaking on the wheel. The deposition had drained him. He just wanted to sleep.

As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the front door. It was wide open, swinging in the wind.

"No," Jack whispered.

He rushed inside. The house had been tossed. Drawers were pulled out, clothes slashed, furniture overturned. They weren't looking for valuables; they were looking for paper.

"The journal," Jack gasped.

He ran to the loose floorboard in the attic—empty. But he smiled grimly. He had moved the physical journal to a bank safety deposit box days ago on Elena’s orders.

Then he looked at his desk.

His laptop was gone.

"The backups," Jack realized, cold fear gripping him. "The scans. The digital files."

He had encrypted them, but OmniCore had resources that could crack a consumer laptop in minutes. Without the digital trail, they could claim the physical journal was a recent fabrication.

He pulled out his phone to call Elena, but stopped.

A photo frame on the mantle was face down. He picked it up. It was a picture of his mother. The glass was smashed, and the eyes had been scratched out.