“Seven hours later, I landed at Heathrow Airport in London.
Dad was already waiting for me, and with him was a guy who looked exactly like Kurt–his identical twin brother Holden Delapore.
Yes, I’d known the Delapore brothers for years. They were twins my father had sponsored twenty
years ago.
Kurt had been a free spirit, dropping out of school early to follow Ian in New York. Holden was completely different–studious and dedicated from childhood. Dad had supported him all the way through his doctorate.
After graduation, Holden had stayed by my father’s side as his right–hand man. His major was economics, but his mind worked like a machine, dabbling in various fields. Computer science was
his particular expertise.
The phone call I’d made before leaving was to Holden. Emptying the Cohen Group’s accounts without leaving a trace was child’s play for him.
I knew that if that money disappeared even for a few days, the barely–established Cohen Group
would face bankruptcy.
The truth is, I’d recognized Kurt from the first day I met Ian. The day Ian told Kurt about his plan, Holden immediately informed me. But the overseas call took too long to connect. By the time I got the message, it was already too late.
Ian was meticulous. He hadn’t shared the details of his plan with Kurt, so I still couldn’t escape his
trap.
Kurt had helped me leave New York, choosing a route Ian would never think to check. I knew Ian trusted Kurt enough to could buy me a few hours.
“Aurora,” Dad said as he pulled me into his arms, “trust me. I won’t let Ian get away with this. You’re safe now. Leave everything else to me.”
Dad’s broad chest gave me strength again. Over the years, my father had kept a low profile in the UK. Most people had no idea how powerful he really was.
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Even after I married Ian, he’d assumed I was just some middle–class good girl. He never took my family seriously. Because I was in love, Dad didn’t correct him. He accepted Jan’s indifference
toward him.
But I was his only child, born when he was in his mid–forties. He treasured me like a priceless jewel. I knew Ian’s nightmare was just beginning.
On the way home, Holden checked his phone and turned to my father with a grim expression.
“Mr. Lavirins, It’s blowing up. Every outlet’s picked up the story. Shareholders have been camping out on the top floor of Cohen Tower for 24 hours straight. That bastard must be having the worst day
of his life.”
Hearing this, I opened my phone and saw the shocking headlines:
[CCohen Group Credit Collapse! Rumors Swirl Around CEO Ian Cohen in Billion–Dollar Embezzlement Scandal. Trust Betrayed, Public Outraged!
[Wolf in a Suit: Ian Cohen Accused of Corporate Theft While Hiding Behind PR Spin–Investors Demand Justice!]
[Legal Authorities Step In, Cohen Group Faces Lawsuits, CEO Ian Cohen Potentially Facing Prison
Time!]
In the darkness of the car, my father spoke in a low voice. “Holden, was everything handled cleanly?”
“Absolutely spotless. No trail leads back to us.”
“Good. Then keep going. We’re just getting started.”
Holden nodded firmly at my father’s words.
Dad reached out and took my hand in his, speaking softly.
“Aurora, have a break. When you wake up tomorrow, it will be a new world, a new life. Trust daddy.”
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