Your Wife Is Still Alive! – the Black Girl Said! The Billionaire Immediately Launches an Investigation…
The rain-soaked memorial garden faded as Thomas Beckett’s world narrowed to the girl’s words. “A dock. East side. Near the old cannery,” she said, her voice steady despite the trembling in her small frame. His mind raced. Elena—alive? The thought was a blade, cutting through years of orchestrated grief.
He crouched, meeting her gaze. “You’re sure?”
She nodded, clutching the embroidered cloth. “I don’t lie.”
Murmurs rippled through the mourners, but Thomas silenced them with a raised hand. His aide, Collins, stepped forward, whispering about schedules and security. Thomas ignored him. “Get the car,” he ordered.
Minutes later, they sped through the city’s underbelly, neon lights smearing across the windshield. The cannery loomed—rusted, abandoned, a ghost of industry. Thomas stepped out, the girl beside him, pointing to a shadowed pier.
“There,” she whispered.
He saw it: tire marks, fresh, leading to the water’s edge. No cameras. No witnesses. Just the girl’s truth.
“Find her,” he told his team, voice like steel. “Now.”
The game was on. And Thomas Beckett would burn the world to uncover who dared hide his wife—and why.
