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Chapter 350 Outside Hackett Manor, two rows of guards stood watch. Once Maeveâs vehicle arrived, it went straight into the garage.
Hackett Manor was highly secluded. In this nearly deserted area, no one would notice her journey from the police station.
âMs. Scott, this way, please,â the butler said. He led Maeve to a room on the second floor Marve recalled that few people ever went upstairs in Hackett Manor.
She hadnât expected the second floor to have so many guest rooms. âMs. Scott, if thereâs anything you dislike, please let me know. Iâll have it redecorated.â
Thereâs no need for that. I like it here.â
The room was practically a threeâbedroom suite. She liked it very much.
âVery well. If you need anything, just press the b button on the wall. Someone will come to assist you.â
âThank you.â
The butler left the room.
Maeve looked around. The decor was upscale and clean, with highâquality, new materials arranged neatly. It was much like a highâend hotel.
A faint tea fragrance filled the room, it made Maeve feel relaxed and refreshed.
Maeve took out her phone and opened her conversation with Zion, but she hesitated to send a message.
With Zion abroad, he wouldnât be able to come. Given Zionâs relationship with Levi, s she wondered if Zion had asked him to help her out, At the door, a few knocks sounded. She subconsciously put away her phone and said, âCome in.â
The bodyguard opened the door and ushered Levi in Levi was dressed in a crisp white shirt, and his face bore a slight pallor. âI hope Iâm not disturbing you,â he said.
âHow could that be? I havenât properly thanked Mr. Hackett yet, or else I might end up in jail.â
âI initially didnât want to disturb your rest, but my people have uncovered something, and I thought Ms. Scott would want to know,â Levi continued âIs it about that one billion discrepancy?â Maeve inquired.
âYes,â Levi replied calmly, but Maeve sensed a hint of something unusual in his words.
âIs it related to someone from my family?â
billion shortfall in the accounts Naturally, it was related to the Scott familyâs accounts. Maeve didnât want to suspect her family, but the one b couldnât have happened overnight.
Those she had offended or those seeking her downfall wouldnât have the means to tamper with the Scott familyâs accounts.
Moreover, according to what Richard had said, the deflect in the Scott familyâs accounts was real. It wasnât something someone had deliberately orchestrated.
âHere, take a look at this,â Levi said. Then, he handed over a document to Maeve, Maeve took the documents and noticed that the cover was specially designed for the Hackett family. As she flipped to the first page, she found a thick stack of papers, including 10Us and promissory notes.
Some of them had mud and bloodstains, and some were slightly yellowed. Each one had been neatly encased in plastic bags by Leviâs people. As she flipped through, Maeve grew increasingly alarmed. A chill crept up her spine. Every signature on the IOUS and promissory notes belonged to one person.
That person was was Philip S Scott.
âIs it Uncle Phil?â she asked, her voice trembling.
Her Uncle Phil? No, she had never known about any of this