Finn sat in the corner office of Blackwell Tower, the city lights of Goldmere flickering against the glass panels like distant stars. The hum of servers and the soft whir of air conditioning filled the room, but it was the quiet tension in the office that held him captive. Ever since the ambulance accident and the news rumors about Ella, Finn’s mind had been on high alert. He knew someone had orchestrated both the crash and the media backlash. That person was careful, calculated, and cunning. Whoever it was, they were watching—and he intended to make them reveal themselves.Jessica moved silently behind him, her fingers deftly tapping on her tablet. “Sir, the media is still running stories. Analysts are predicting a further drop in Blackwell Group shares. The public backlash is growing,” she reported, eyes sharp.Finn didn’t respond immediately. His dark eyes scanned the trading graphs projected across the holographic displays. Red spikes. Plummeting values. Panic. Perfect. It meant t

Finn studied the monitors, his eyes sharp and calculating as the night deepened around the fake transfer site. The streets were empty, but the subtle hum of distant traffic and the occasional flicker of a streetlamp kept him alert. He had deployed his surveillance teams carefully, every camera, drone, and operative synchronized. Each movement was monitored, each shadow analyzed.“Everything is in place,” Jessica said softly, standing beside him, her hands folded, watching the live feeds with him.Finn nodded, barely acknowledging her, his mind racing through probabilities. “If the mastermind is bold enough, he will make a move tonight,” he said. “And if he does, he won’t even realize he is walking into the trap.”  Three separate surveillance teams were deployed, each stationed at key points around the city. The first, the supposed safe house containing the “surviving truck driver,”

Finn Rowe stepped onto the stage, the bright lights of the press hall catching the sharp lines of his face. Rows of cameras were already trained on him, microphones extended, reporters murmuring questions to one another, trying to anticipate what he would say. The atmosphere was tense. Finn’s presence alone seemed to hush the crowd.He raised a hand, and the chatter died down instantly.“We have apprehended the men responsible for the recent accident and the sabotage against the Blackwell Group,” Finn began, his voice calm, deliberate, and confident. “They will fully cooperate with the authorities. Confessions are forthcoming. Those involved will face justice, and they will answer for their crimes.”A reporter called out. “Mr. Rowe, can you confirm that this includes the hospital attack?”“Yes,” Finn replied without a flicker of hesitation. “All individuals involved have been detained. Their coop

 "The mastermind turned out to be Mr Vale. Congratulations, Sir, you have really outdone yourself." Finn clapped his hands slowly, deliberately, letting the sound echo through the dimly lit warehouse. His gaze never wavered from the man before him. Mr Vale stood, his face twisted in rage, veins visible at his temples, his chest heaving. "Yes, it was only me," he spat. "I was the one who carried out this auspicious work. Ever since you came into our lives, Mr Rowe, you have ruined everything. My son is in prison because of you. That useless girl who would have become my daughter-in-law is also in prison because of you. Everything I have worked for, and everything my family has worked for, for generations, now belongs to you. How did it happen in just a twinkling of an eye, in just a split second? How can you rise to glory while I am falling into this disdain and shame? I refuse to allow that to happen. I refuse to allow you to win. I will do anything