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Chapter 7 - THE TRAP IS SPRUNG

With the real traitor exposed and confessed under the weight of irrefutable evidence, the cloud of suspicion hanging over Emily dissolved entirely. Word traveled fast through the estate staff, and by midday, the whispers turned from doubt to quiet admiration.

Samuel approached Nathan on the terrace, where the billionaire stood watching the distant treeline. "The police have Mr. Vance in custody, sir. All charges against Ms. Carter have been officially dropped."

Nathan nodded slowly, his fingers brushing against the silver pendant still resting in his coat pocket. "Bring her to my office."

When Emily walked into the vast, imposing study, she expected to be dismissed with a severance check and a stern warning to leave the city. Instead, she found Nathan standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking less like an untouchable corporate titan and more like a man burdened by decades of isolation.

"Ms. Carter," Nathan turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "You were wronged under my roof. For that, I owe you an apology."

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"You don't owe me anything, Mr. Blackwood," Emily said softly, gripping her hands together. "As long as I can keep my job—or at least find another one without a criminal record hanging over my head."

"Your job is secure," Nathan said firmly. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "In fact, given your keen eye for detail and the honesty you showed by trying to return my family's lost heirloom, I'm promoting you to head of estate archives. Someone needs to organize our history properly—someone who knows how to look past the surface."

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