Brothers Imprisoned Me, But They Went Crazy After I Died

Chapter 6

It seemed they had found traces of me. His tensed shoulders relaxed.

"Boss, there's been no information or financial activity related to Miss Rachel in the past three days."

James' body stiffened. He froze for a moment, a sense of unease suddenly rising in his heart. He quickly pressed for more information:

"That's impossible. How could she not have used any money at all in three days?"

"Are you just being lazy and not looking properly? You're reporting back to me after such a short time?"

"Keep searching thoroughly, understand?"

James roared like an enraged lion, his angry shouts filling the living room.

After a long silence, the voice on the phone slowly responded:

"Boss, Miss Rachel doesn't have any private accounts. All her bank accounts have been empty for a long time."

"Including all the properties under her name - they were all donated to the company when it was in crisis."

Suddenly, James felt his heart skip a beat. With a clatter, the phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

When James came back to his senses, tears were already streaming down his usually stoic face.

How could he have forgotten?

My money had long ago been invested in the company during his most dangerous time, helping him get through that critical phase.

He had been so angry earlier that he instinctively assumed I had run off with money.

As he realized this, James suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain.

The sudden ache in his chest made his sense of unease grow even stronger.

Lily put on another pitiful act and picked up the fallen phone, handing it back.

James' fingers trembled as he carefully grasped the phone.