Chapter 492
Chapter 492:
In the grainy surveillance footage, Wyatt watched Amelia slip out of the apartment. When he spotted Weldon following her, a wave of relief washed over him, easing the knot in his chest.
“Mr. Stewart, we’ve got something p>
Just then, Davin burst into the room, a bank transfer record clutched in his hand. He slid it across the desk, and Wyatt’s eyes zeroed in on two transfers Amelia had made that morning.
“Have you traced the receiving account?” Wyatt asked, his voice steady but urgent.
“We’ve got the account, but the account’s details are all fake,” Davin replied, shaking his head.
Wyatt’s jaw tightened. “Wire half a million to that account every ten minutes and get the bank on the line to track it p>
“On it!” Davin nodded, already halfway out the door.
At the weathered docks on the town’s west side, Colden’s phone buzzed relentlessly, each notification lighting up his screen with a new transfer.
“What in the world is going on?” His eyes widened in disbelief, greed flickering in their depths.
Brady, standing nearby, looked at Colden’s phone, his brow furrowing with unease. “You think someone’s got their eyes on you p>
𝖶𝖾𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘆 𝗋𝖾l𝘦a𝗌еѕ о𝗇
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Colden snapped, though a seed of doubt took root. “Maybe their account limits got lifted. Either way, this money is mine now p>
As Amelia was ushered out of a car, Colden strode toward her, his voice icy. “Are you the one behind this, triggering all these transfers p>
Amelia’s eyes darted nervously. “The bank must’ve seen the failed attempts and thought I wanted to keep sending money. That is my company’s money. Please, can you return it p>
“Return it? In your dreams,” Colden scoffed.
Amelia put on a show of panic, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “That money truly belongs to my company’s account. Please p>
Before she could finish speaking, Colden shoved her roughly into a nearby warehouse.
The heavy door slammed shut, locking her inside. But the moment it did, the panic in Amelia’s eyes melted away, replaced by a steely calm.
Nora, ever watchful, peered through a grimy window nearby and lowered her voice to a hush. “Think Wyatt picked up our signal p>
“Yeah, he probably did,” Amelia murmured, her tone laced with hope.
Weldon, leaning against the wall, couldn’t help but say, “I just hope Wyatt moves fast and brings backup soon p>
“How is your leg holding up?” Amelia’s gaze flicked to Weldon, noticing the pallor in his face.
Catching the worry in Amelia’s eyes, Weldon managed a faint smile and reassured her softly, “It’s only a minor injury, nothing you need to worry about p>
Just then, Nora interjected, her voice blunt. “Don’t play tough guy. If I’m right, your shin’s already fractured p>