Damien’s POV
I had been fooled.
Inside the file, the first page stared back at me with one word written in bold, mocking letters—Fool.
My chest tightened. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who had the nerve to do that. Only one person came to mind.
I flipped the page and froze. Documents spilled the truth in black and white—the mastermind behind the leaked project wasn’t Mr Albert. He had been framed.
My stomach dropped. Hell no. The evidence we found against him had been airtight. Too airtight. Was it all fabricated too? If Albert was innocent, then whose game had I been playing into all this time?
I looked up, Colt and Charles both watching me like I was about to explode.
I pushed away from the chair and stood abruptly.
“Where are you going?” Charles asked, suspicion lacing his ton
