"Alexander, why don''t you ever lock your doors?" Walter queried, his question seeming like a casual afterthought. Alexander merely regarded him in silence for a few long moments before finally responding, "Perhaps you should start worrying about your own security." With that cryptic statement, he turned on his heel and made his way to a car waiting at the doorstep. Walter''s smile faded incrementally as he trailed behind Alexander.


    Quinn, who had been concealed behind the door, held her breath until the sound of the departing cars had faded into the distance. Only then did she dare to carefully open the door and step out. Walter had been casting a dark, ominous shadow over her psyche for days, his mere presence enough to send shivers of fear coursing down her spine.


    Meanwhile, Alexander made his way back to the Kennedy Residence. Inside, Freya and Kaitlyn were waiting, their tension palpable in the living room. The moment they caught sight of Alexander, Kaitlyn strode up to him, her hand reaching out to grasp his arm. "Alexander," she greeted him. He responded with a slight nod, then asked, "Where''s Dad?"


    "In the study. But be warned, he''s not in a good mood," Kaitlyn cautioned. Alexander grunted in acknowledgment, his demeanor nonchnt as he made his way to the study. He knocked once before entering.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    Inside, Wayne stood with his back to the door, his gaze lost in the view provided by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Despite being in his sixties, his hair silvered by age, his physique was still robust, his posture as straight as a soldier''s. Alexander approached him, breaking the silence with a simple, "Dad."


    Wayne turned around, his eyes aze with fury behind his reading sses. His gazended sharply on Alexander. "Look at the mess you''ve made! Look at it!" With a sudden movement, he thrust a stack of papers against Alexander''s chest, causing them to scatter all over the floor.


    Alexander remained unfazed. He bent down, picked up a page, and quickly scanned the information. "This is one of Walter''s projects," he noted.


    Wayne red at him, his anger barely contained. "He ims you approved it. Is this some sort of game between you two? Who am I supposed to hold ountable for this disaster?"


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    Alexander met his father''s gaze unflinchingly. "I did approve it, but the project proposal was sound. The issue must lie in its execution."


    Wayne, now seething, nced toward the door before lowering his voice to convey his true thoughts. "A project of this magnitude, and you let him handle it alone? What were you thinking?" Despite Walter having been a part of the team for two years, Wayne had never fully trusted him. And now, the current events seemed to validate his suspicions.


    "These investments are spread across various firms, and now what? They''re either going bankrupt, closing down, or even under investigation. No firm is without fault, and the coincidences are too numerous to ignore."


    "I''m sorry, Dad. It was my oversight. Walter has always beenpetent since he joined, so I didn''t intervene. I trusted him too much," Alexander admitted, his eyes downcast, pretending to be remorseful.


    Wayne was beyond upset, pacing in front of the window, his agitation clear. After a few steps, he turned back to face Alexander. "What now? Can we even recover the money?"


    Alexander responded, "Well, that''s up to Walter."


    Wayne snorted, "Walter, that bastard. Let me tell you, Alexander, I suspect he''s using the project to siphon funds out of thepany. You have to get that money back from him! If thepany''s cash flow copses, the whole Kennedy Enterprise will be in crisis. Do you understand?"


    Alexander nodded slightly, "I understand, Dad."