Chapter 398
After leaving the cemetery and dodging all the prying eyes, Sienna immediately contacted Thea Stanton.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the law firm reflected the cold city skyline.
Thea sat straight at her desk. After listening to Sienna’s complete retelling of the disaster at the funeral, she lightly tapped her fingertips against the desktop, her expression grave.
“When Mrs. Bridges first came to me, Celeste probably didn’t even know Daisy existed,” Sienna said calmly.
“It was only after she realized I transferred Mrs. Bridges’ husband to a new ward, leaving her with no leverage, that she suddenly thought to use Daisy.
Therefore, Mrs. Bridges likely didn’t even know about this letter. It had to be a forgery commissioned by Celeste p>
“The handwriting is real, but the content isn’t.” Thea set down the photographs, took off her glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Any forgery on the market capable of passing off as genuine—one so highly accurate that even professional handwriting analysts struggle to spot the fake, boasting over a ninety percent match—absolutely stems from criminal channels.
Legitimate agencies and lawful professionals wouldn’t dare touch this kind of illegal operation. The risk is astronomical, and the fallout is too severe p>
Sienna couldn’t help but frown.
The more she dealt with this, the more she realized that the circles Celeste operated in were completely alien to her.
Just what kind of powerful syndicate was hiding behind that woman?
Luna Lennox, who had accompanied her, immediately chimed in.
As a public official, she was well accustomed to the shady deals that blurred the lines between right and wrong.
“Sienna, anyone capable of executing such high-precision forgeries while perfectly evading all tracing efforts isn’t your average expert.
It can only be an exclusive underground criminal network. Insiders have their own ironclad confidentiality systems; they work incredibly clean and leave zero tracks p>
Thea gave Sienna a deeply meaningful look. “If that’s the case, there’s one person who could probably help us p>
Sienna met her gaze, then traded a look with Luna. A single name naturally surfaced in both their minds.
Silas Draken.
When it came to criminal networks, absolutely no one had more authority on the subject than him.
Their last meeting had ended on terrible terms.
Silas had held all the chips and proactively offered a trade. But before he could get to the crucial details, Jarred had rushed in, bursting through the door with an incredibly oppressive aura.
Without a word of explanation, he had dragged Sienna away, completely severing their negotiation.
Since that day, she hadn’t contacted Silas.
Even the necklace she had originally asked him to fence for her had been paid out in full the very next day.
She had assumed their brief intersection would end right there.
She never expected to find herself begging for his help once again.
“You two ended on such a sour note last time över what happened seven years ago,” Luna said, a troubled look crossing her face. “Are you sure you want to go looking for him again p>
Sienna’s expression remained neutral. “Do I have any other choice p>
Luna and Thea sighed simultaneously. “No p>
Sienna knew the score. She had to root out the forger behind the suicide note.
By tracking this criminal trail to its source, she would definitely be able to nail Celeste—and maybe even expose the syndicate backing her.
And looking across the entire Capital, the only man capable of swiftly and accurately tracing this underground counterfeiting ring to its root was Silas Draken.
She had to make this trip.
Without the slightest hesitation, Sienna immediately had her team book an appointment.
Surprisingly, Silas agreed with remarkable ease.
Leaving the law firm, Sienna headed straight to the private club owned by Silas.
Unlike the oppressive, darkly lit, and highly aggressive meeting room from last time,
Silas specifically chose an elegant, refined parlor for this meeting.
On the solid wood coffee table, a pot of warm Earl Grey was already freshly brewed.
The light scent of the brew wafted through the air, creating an atmosphere so gentle it was almost unnerving.
When Sienna arrived, Silas was already there.
He wore a burgundy silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a stretch of sharply defined collarbone.
His features were strikingly beautiful, and there was a lethargic world-weariness in his eyes that didn’t belong to a man his age.