All Chapters of Two Worlds, Two Lives : Chapter 51
- Chapter 53
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CHAPTER 51
Chapter 51 The door shut with a muted thud. Old Walterson adjusted his coat as he lowered himself into the backseat of the sleek black SUV. The scent of leather and polished wood filled the space, familiar, controlled—just the way he liked it. Up front, Hunter glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Where to, sir?” Old Walterson leaned back, eyes half-lidded. “Let’s go pay an old friend a visit,” he said calmly. “To the prosecutor’s office.” The ride was smooth. Silent. Calculated. Minutes later, he stepped into the office and took his seat without waiting to be announced. His sharp eyes scanned the room. Minimalist. Clean. Disciplined. Then his gaze settled on the name carved into a polished plate on the desk: Edward Whitmore. A ghost from the past. A door creaked open. A man in his late fifties walked in, a chuckle already forming on his lips. “Walterson…” Edward. Older, yes—but the same eyes. Observant. Curious. Old Walterson studied him quietly, catch
CHAPTER 52
Max pushed through the bar doors into the cool night air, the noise fading behind him. Marie followed close, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding in everything she refused to let spill. "You’re sure about this?" Max asked, glancing back at her. Marie nodded, though her eyes betrayed the storm within. "You promised." He didn’t argue again. The police station was quieter than expected—low voices, the hum of fluorescent lights, the occasional shuffle of paperwork. Max spoke briefly with the officer at the front desk, and after a moment, they were granted access. Marie’s steps slowed as they approached the visitation room. Inside, a thick pane of glass divided the space in two. She stopped just short of the chair. Then the door on the opposite side opened.Jones stepped in. He froze. For a second, neither of them moved. It was as if the world had narrowed to the space between them. "Jones…" Marie’s voice broke on his name. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks a
CHAPTER 53
Chapter 53Footsteps echoed through the hallway, soft but deliberate, each step measured with quiet precision. Logan reached his office and pushed the door open without breaking stride. Darkness greeted him. He stepped inside, letting the silence settle around him for half a second before flicking on the lights. The room came alive instantly. And there it was. A black file, resting at the center of his desk like it had been waiting. Johnny’s work. Logan closed the door behind him and walked over, loosening his cuff just slightly as he sat. He didn’t rush—he never did—but something about tonight carried weight. Not urgency. Personal. He pulled the file closer and opened it. The first page was predictable. Lewis Carter. Background. Education. Personality. Family. Logan skimmed it, eyes moving quickly, absorbing without lingering. Adopted.Only son of the Holland family. Old money. Aristocratic roots. Influence that stretched further than it needed to. Inherited everything.