Alexander gave Kyle a look that could freeze hell over.


    Kyle felt a shiver run down his spine and awkwardly suggested, "Uh, maybe we should bring them in for questioning?"


    Alexander shook his head. "Nah, no need. Just tell Matthew and the crew to let them in next time. I wanna see what they''re after." Kyle''s eyes lit up. "Got it."


    In his head, Kyle was thinking, ''Interrogation might not get us much, but if we let them in, the vi''s packed with cameras. We''ll catch everything they do. When we nab them, we''ll know exactly what they''re up to.'' He couldn''t help but admire Alexander''s smarts.


    Alexander raised his hand, signaling Kyle to scram.


    He then plopped down in a chair and pulled out a white wristwatch from his pocket, gently rubbing it with his fingers.


    The screen on the watch silently disyed images.


    Outside, the sky was dark and heavy with rain. The unlit study was dim, made gloomier by the weather.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    From the doorway, only Alexander''s dark silhouette was visible.


    Kyle sighed, walked out, and closed the door behind him..


    Kaitlyn''s baby-switching scandal was still blowing up online, turning into some major gossip.


    Meanwhile, Alexander''s exit from the Kennedy Group had folks singing his praises. He was seen as the biggest victim.


    As for Getty, she was already regretting taking over thepany on her first day, unable to make sense of the chaotic documents. She even regretted signing the stock transfer agreement.


    Meanwhile, over in Las Vegas, Walter saw the news and smirked. "Alexander''s really something."


    A subordinate next to him asked, "If he left the Kennedy Group, doesn''t that mean he''s got nothing now?"


    "Why do you always underestimate him?" Walter said, giving the subordinate a look that made him lower his head in shame.


    Walter casually tossed the documents into the firece, where the mes quickly ate them up.


    The warm firelight danced on his face as he spoke in the small room, "Do you really think the Kennedy Group is just an empty shell now?" "So, did he transfer the assets?" the subordinate asked, suspicious.


    "Who knows? He waited until now to transfer thepany. What do you think he''s been doing all year?" Walter said, his smile growing colder.


    Alexander, proud and arrogant, would never stick around the Kennedy Group after finding out his true identity. Even if it was his now, he wouldn''t care to keep it.


    But he couldn''t let the Kennedy Group go down the drain. Aside from the criticism, if the Kennedy Group went bankrupt, he wouldn''t be able to leave Amber Bay. Getty was the perfect scapegoat. Walter tilted his head slightly, as if thinking of something. "Does she know about this?" he asked.


    The subordinate replied, "No, the TV doesn''t have financial channels, nor is it connected to Amber Bay''s channels."


    "Have the people sent to Amber Bay to retrieve the pendant not returned yet?" Walter asked again.


    The subordinate shook his head. "No."


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    "Completely useless," Walter said indifferently. His tone wasn''t angry, but it made one''s scalp tingle.


    Outside, snow was falling heavily, nketing everything in white. Even the windows were covered with a thickyer of snow.


    But in Amber Bay, it had been raining for days. The once-morous Kaitlyn now squatted disheveled under a bridge.


    She had just been to Kennedy Residence and got kicked out again, clutching the crumpled two hundred dors Getty had given her.


    As she walked, she asionally heard news from passersby. She was notorious now; almost everyone knew about her.


    The wives of those powerful families refused to see her and had blocked her number. Freya was still in prison, and she couldn''t even visit her.


    Kaitlyn had tried seeking help from Ruby. However, Ruby, who didn''t want to be associated with her, perfunctorily transferred her two thousand dors.


    Now she was like a pariah. If anyone recognized her, they would take pictures and post them online, where she would be condemned by countless people. So she could only walk around in this state, hoping not to be noticed.