Chapter 8 - Discovering The Truth About Accident
Corbin ignored his uncle’s outburst, sliding a printed copy of the coroner’s reopened investigative file across the mahogany table.
“I had an independent investigator look into Julian’s fatal crash last week, and the brake line cuts weren't subtle,” Corbin stated calmly.
The color drained entirely from Richard’s face as he stared down at the forensic photographs of the mangled vehicle wreckage.
“You... you investigated your own family members behind our backs?” Richard whispered, his voice trembling with sudden dread.
“Julian didn't drive off that bridge by accident; he was murdered to silence his whistleblowing on our structural safety violations,” Corbin declared.
Henderson grabbed his briefcase from the floor, backing away toward the heavy glass doors of the boardroom in absolute panic.
“I’m resigning effective immediately; I won't be dragged down by your corporate espionage and family greed,” Henderson stammered before fleeing.
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“You aren't going anywhere, Henderson, until federal marshals finish locking down every server in this building,” Corbin warned with deadly precision.
Richard slumped back down into his chair, realizing his decades-long empire of deception had finally collapsed around him.
