Olivia perched on the edge of her hospital bed, the sterile white sheets a stark contrast to the windflowers she longed to arrange. The infusion had left her pale, but her eyes burned with determination. Across the room, Alexander scrolled through his phone, brows furrowed.
“They've done it again," he murmured. He turned the device so she could see: headlines splashed across multiple news sites—**“Thorne Group CEO Accused of Insider Trading"**, **“Leaked Memos Implicate Mrs. Thorne in Data Breach"**, **“Julian Thorne: The Puppet Master?"**
Olivia studied the screen. Julian had resurfaced from custody on a technicality and used his media contacts to leak falsified documents—trading logs, confidential memos, doctored to implicate both Alexander and her in a corporate espionage scheme. The
