Chapter 15: The Lock Turns
Author: Kenzo_athrox
last update2026-06-05 02:15:46

The message came through a mutual contact, which was why Caleb read it.

If it had come directly from Elena Hart, he might have deleted it. But it didn’t, and the distance made it safe enough to open.

Elena Hart asked about Westbridge today. She said she was worried Noah was under too much pressure. She also asked who worked closest with him.

Caleb read it once. Then he read it again.

He set the phone facedown on his desk and told himself it didn’t matter.

But it did matter, because people outsi
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