The documents within the file were never meant to see the light of day. The stamps used held no legal weight; they served only as proof of a dark pact between the Redemption organization and Tyson. It was a stalemate: if Tyson ever betrayed the organization, they would expose his past. Conversely, if the organization tried to cross Tyson, he held enough leverage to bring them down with him. As Halbert reviewed the files, he knew he had won. He hadn't expected Tyson to be the true culprit behind the fire that had devastated the Hayes family. For years, the world believed Nolan had murdered his own kin, but the truth was far more sinister. "I have everything I need," Halbert said, having secured the core intel. "I’ll take you back now." Elaine was still reeling from the night's terrors. Halbert brought her to a luxury hotel suite to recover. Once inside, Elaine remained visibly shaken. "Is it really safe here? If Tyson finds out we’re here..." Tyson’s influence in Westbrook was immense. A simple investigation would reveal their location in minutes. Elaine lived in constant fear that someone would burst through the door at any moment. Looking at the naive woman before him, Halbert offered a small, reassuring smile. "Rest easy. My men are stationed all around this floor. No one is getting through." "But..." Elaine wanted to say more, but Halbert had no intention of wasting any more time. Now that he had the primary source material, he needed to get back overseas and deliver the truth to Eliza. He encrypted and uploaded the files to Eliza first, then adjusted his suit jacket. "Get some rest. You can confront Tyson in the morning. Since it wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay in the room with you, I’ll leave you to the twenty-four-hour guard outside. I'll be going now." With that, Halbert turned and walked out of the suite. Once he was gone, Elaine’s nerves remained frayed. She peered out the window, terrified of seeing that black car again. As the minutes ticked by, she began to notice something unsettling: the hallway was deathly quiet. Halbert had promised her guards were outside. Hesitantly, she cracked open the door, only to find the corridor completely deserted. In that moment, the reality of the situation hit her like a physical blow."Halbert... Eliza!" The fog of panic lifted. Back in the car, she had been so desperate for protection that she had handed over every secret she owned. But now, the holes in the story were glaringly obvious. That villa district wasn't even near where Halbert lived. Why would he happen to be driving by at that exact moment? Furthermore, if Tyson wanted her dead, he would never use men wearing Hayes Group uniforms—it would leave far too much evidence pointing back to him. The entire "rescue" had been a meticulously staged performance. She had been played. Her face drained of color as the truth set in. Trembling with rage, she grabbed her phone and dialed Eliza’s number. Across the ocean, Eliza had just finished reviewing the files Halbert had sent when Elaine’s call came through. "Eliza! You despicable, shameless woman! You had your brother trick me out of those documents!" Elaine’s voice was a hysterical shriek of fury. Eliza hadn't expected Halbert to work so fast. He had secured the secrets in less than twenty-four hours. "Calm down. I did this for your own good," Eliza said evenly. "If you kept holding onto those core secrets yourself, you would eventually be the one to pay the price. Putting them in my hands is your best insurance policy." "Lies! Your brother is a fraud!" Elaine screamed. "He played the hero just to get what he wanted. I will never believe another word your family says!" "I need you to stay focused," Eliza replied. "We are still allies in this. I won't leak these secrets before the time is right. As long as Tyson is watching you, you are in danger. But if he falls right after the wedding, you—as the primary heir—stand to gain the most. Think about the outcome, Elaine."