Chapter 105 Facade

My mother's handwriting was elegant, each curve and line reflecting her care. As I ran my fingers over the journal's cover, tears threatened to spill. But when I opened it, the contents struck me like a punch to the gut. "There are several projects being sabotaged; there must be an insider. The broken funding chain is tied to Randall, but he has vanished." "Christopher received a text from Randall before he died, claiming he hadn't misappropriated public funds and wanted to meet. That same night, Christopher was killed by a truck." "The truck driver, William Pint, has late-stage uremia. Three days before the incident, he divorced his wife and left with nothing. It all seems too strange." Each entry was concise, but the implications sent a chill racing down my spine. I had always sensed something was off with the family business, but back then, I was too immersed in school to grasp the full picture. After my father passed away, I returned from surgery in Manovia, convinced it was