Lindsay was stunned. “He broke into the study to steal confidential files?”
“All the documents in that room are vital to the Quigley Group,” Yves replied, his eyes glinting coldly, voice low. “Of course he was trying to steal them. If those files end up in the hands of a rival company, you can imagine what would happen to the Quigley.”
A chill crept down Lindsay’s spine. She realized how close she’d come to disaster.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea Horace was that kind of person.”
“There’s no need to apologize. This isn’t your fault.”
“I’ll have him leave Quigley Manor right away. And as for his severance, he can forget about it.” With that, Lindsay turned and strode away.
She found Horace waiting in the small garden gazebo. It was as if he’d known she would seek him out; he looked up and smiled.
“I figured you’d come.”
“Why did you do it?” Lindsay demanded, anger in her voice. “If you thought your salary was too low, you could’ve just talked to me. Trying to break into the study—that’s crossing the line.”
She expected him to make excuses, but Horace surprised her with a frank nod. “Yeah. I slipped up this time—got careless. Didn’t expect your husband to have someone watching me from the start.”
He had underestimated Yves, thinking a man just out of a coma would be slow to catch on. But Yves had been suspicious of Horace the moment he woke and made a call to his most trusted aide as soon as he was able.
The twist? That trusted aide wasn’t a man, but a woman. Horace realized, too late, he’d underestimated her and let his guard down.
“So you came to Quigley Manor with an agenda from the very beginning?” Lindsay pressed.

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