Elijah's fist closed slightly at his side as it all came together quickly in his head.The four million dollars in cash and the two-hundred-million-dollar cheque that Grace Ainsworth had brought to Serena's office. The intent behind that money had been to get Serena to hand over a missing piece of evidence from the crime scene, a script the Ainsworth operatives had prepared for her to read, vindicating Anthony Lancaster. His wife had seen through it easily and handed over the evidence without receiving a single dim. She would never pursue a case against a great family like the Ainsworth. A good reason he had dealt with the corrupt police officer, Mark, and Ainsworth Media's Andrew Stone by himself.Margaret had been furious about the money Serena rejected. He simply hadn't imagined she would go shameless enough and beg Grace Ainsworth directly for that money.Richard was right in one respect.With everything that had happened last night and through the morning, his mother-in-law w

As Elijah walked to his room, he pulled out his phone and opened his Langston family private account.The Ainsworths had taken control of it after the killing of his family, distributing the balance among the five great families. Eleanor had taken five hundred billion for the Ainsworths alone, and each of the remaining four families had received one hundred billion, making a total withdrawal of nine hundred billion.A considerable fortune. But it didn't move him really.What they didn’t know, and would never know, was that this account had been one of hundreds of private accounts belonging to the Langston family. Not only that, it had been the account with the lowest balance, the one known to the public.Against the full breadth of Langston wealth, what had been stolen from this account was a drop in the ocean.Several years ago, Charles Adelson had helped him file a petition at the highest national bank of Sorevia to recover ownership of the account. The Ainsworths likely hadn’t no

Elijah's face twitched slightly, but he still asked, “This was how many years ago?” “Twenty. Perhaps twenty-one. Roughly two decades. The investigation was eventually closed because all means of finding the source proved futile, and nearly ten years of the intelligence agency's budget had been spent on the case alone.” “Didn't you arrest the distributors?” Elijah asked. Charles Adelson let out a long sigh. “It's complicated, Good Doctor. I have never seen anything like it before. It was as though they were under some kind of spell. Nothing could break them into confessing the source, even when the court of justice approved the use of torture during interrogation. And then...” He hesitated for a few seconds before pressing forward. “The day they were being transported to the court for their first hearing, the transport was attacked by a group with firepower that equaled that of the military, far beyond anything the intelligence agency could counter.” “The source?” Elijah asked. “

Elijah flipped through the album faster, and the more he went, the clearer it became. This was a harmless photo album of a life documented from the beginning, from the wedding to the children being born and growing up. Ordinary family moments were preserved page after page, with nothing suspicious about any of it. He was starting to believe he was wrong until something slipped out while he was rushing to the end of the album. An envelope. He looked down at it and would have ignored it if it hadn't had an address in Alder City on it. This made Elijah quickly pick it up and rip open the seal. He was greeted by fresh pictures scattering out of it and landing all over the floor in front of him. He gasped, his eyes widening, and picked one up, looking closely. It was a picture of him and little Mia. Not just any picture, but one taken when he had gone to Blackwood Estate to save her for the second time. It was quite dark, but he could still make out his own face. Looking aro

The old man gulped, feeling the pressure on his shoulder. He shut his eyes, then opened them and said, “I respect you as the Young Master of the Langstons. Old Master DiLaurentis has also instructed me to give you the same respect I give him and see to your needs in this household if you ever come to me. What do you seek, Young Master Langston?”“Richard.”The old man nodded once and hesitated before starting. “You must understand that we really don’t know about him or where Margaret found him. We know nothing about his family, which is why he took up the DiLaurentis name as a live-in husband.”“Why did Margaret marry him?”He hadn't been in this household for too long, yet with everything he knew about Margaret now, she would never go for someone without a name or influence like Richard.She was an ambitious woman who shamelessly pursued greater heights.The butler told him, “I’m not sure I should say this, Young Master. I might