“And she used me to sign for it.”
“Possibly. We need expert confirmation.”
Elena folded the letter carefully.
“Then let’s get it.”
The next twist came from a source nobody expected.
Mr. Ambrose contacted Matthew’s legal team and requested a private meeting.
He arrived accompanied by two attorneys, carrying himself with the confidence of a man accustomed to buying his way out of difficult situations.
But when he saw Elena sitting beside Matthew, his confidence faltered.
“I assume you’re here to discuss the misunderstanding at my associate’s residence,” Ambrose began.
Elena stared at him.
“You mean the bedroom where I was locked against my will?”
His lawyer interrupted.
“Mr. Ambrose denies any wrongdoing.”
“Then why did your men chase the car that rescued me?”
Ambrose’s expression tightened.
Matthew placed a photograph on the table. It showed the SUV that had pursued them, alongside records connecting its registration to an Ambrose subsidiary.
