His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.

Chapter 775 Was Jace the mole?

Samuel Davis was an investor. He had appeared in elite circles only recently, seemingly out of nowhere, like a ghost who had decided to become real. His wealth was significant, his connections extensive, but his background was vague. There was not much detail available: no birth certificate, no school records, no family history. Just his height, his build, his hair color, and a list of his girlfriends.

Leo’s eyes moved down the page.

Samuel had been linked to over twenty women. Each one was mostly actresses, models, and socialites. The relationships never lasted long. A few months at most, sometimes only weeks. The women were always beautiful, always successful, always photographed on his arm at galas, premieres, and exclusive parties.

According to the rumors, Samuel was a man without commitment. He dated, he charmed, he moved on. No hard feelings or messy breakups. Just a trail of women who had been briefly dazzled and then forgotten.

Leo’s eyes narrowed.

He looked at the photographs accompanying the report. Each one showed Samuel with a different woman. Different hair colors, different heights, different styles, different nationalities.

But they all had one thing in common.

Brown eyes.

Not natural brown. Leo could see it now, once he knew what to look for. The telltale redness in the corners. The slight mismatch in color between the iris and the pupil. The way the light reflected differently than it should, creating a flat, artificial shine. Each woman was wearing brown contact lenses.

Leo remembered Boba sitting beside Samuel at the annual day. Her eyes had been brown. Dark brown, almost black. And they had looked tired. Irritated. Red at the edges, like someone who had been wearing contacts for too long, who had been crying, or both.

His jaw tightened.

Samuel had a type. Or rather, he had an obsession.

Leo’s gaze drifted back to Jace’s photograph. The resemblance was unmistakable. The same bone structure. The same jaw. The same eyes.

Samuel was obsessed with brown eyes. He surrounded himself with women who had them or who pretended to have them, and he looked like Jace.

Why did he invest in the college? Why did he make an appearance on the annual day? Why did he sit in the front row, watching, smiling, pretending to be just another generous donor?

Was he the stalker?

Leo’s mind raced. If Samuel was the stalker, and everything Leo was seeing pointed in that direction, then the stalker had a connection to Pablo. The truck, the black car, the chemical smoke. The attack on Bella. It all led back to the same network, the same web of violence and deception.

But now there was something else. Something closer to home.

Samuel looked like Jace.

And Jace had been acting strangely lately. Both he and Jay had been secretive, slipping out of the house at odd hours, returning with grim expressions, whispering in corners where they thought no one could hear. Their voices would drop to murmurs when Leo entered the room. Their eyes would slide away when he looked at them.

Leo had noticed. Of course he had noticed. Nothing in his house escaped his eyes.

His hands curled into fists on the desk. The wood was cold beneath his palms.

Was Jace the mole?

The thought made his stomach turn. It made his chest tighten. Jace had been with him for almost a year.

And now...

He closed the folder and looked out the window. The city sprawled below him, vast and indifferent. Buildings stretched toward the sky like fingers reaching for something they could never touch. Cars moved along the streets like tiny ants.

He needed more information and proof. He needed to watch Jace carefully, quietly, without letting him know. He needed to be sure.

Leo picked up his phone and dialed.

His assistant answered on the first ring. "Sir."

Leo’s voice was low, steady, cold. "Keep digging. I want everything on Samuel Davis. Every detail. Every connection. Every woman he’s ever dated. Every place he’s ever lived. Every dollar he’s ever spent. I want to know his shoe size and his breakfast order."

"Yes, sir."

"And I want surveillance on Jace. Discreet. Around the clock. He can’t know."

A pause. The silence stretched. Then: "Sir?"

Leo’s voice didn’t change. "You heard me."

"Yes, sir."

Leo hung up and set his phone down on the desk. The screen went dark.

He looked at Jace’s photograph again. The man who had become like a second brother to him. The man who might be a traitor.

Leo’s eyes were cold, hard, and empty.

He would find the truth. He would dig until there was nothing left to dig. And if Jace was the mole, if he had been working with Pablo, if he had put Bella in danger, if he had been feeding information to their enemies—

Leo would destroy him.

No matter how much it hurt. No matter how much it cost.

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One Week Later

The morning light was pale and cold, filtering through the tall windows of the lecture hall. The glass was streaked with faint lines from the rain that had fallen overnight, casting soft shadows across the floor.

The room was nearly full. Students shuffled in their seats, some stretching, some checking their phones, some whispering to their neighbors. Laptops were open, notebooks and calculators placed on desks.

The professor sat at the front, her clipboard in her hand, her expression unreadable. Behind her, three executives sat in a row, their faces serious. They wore dark suits and carried leather portfolios. Their sharp eyes were focused on the evaluation forms in front of them.

Bella stood at the back of the room, her laptop bag slung over her shoulder, her heart pounding in her chest.

She was wearing formal clothes today. A tailored black blazer over a simple white blouse, fitted black trousers, and low heels that clicked softly against the floor when she walked. Her hair was pulled back in a low, neat ponytail, and she wore just a touch of lip gloss.

She looked professional and capable. But her hands were shaking.

She took a breath, then another.