Williams POV.
I couldn't let it go. The humiliation, the financial loss, the sheer audacity of the con—it consumed my every waking thought. I needed answers, and I needed justice. So, I hired John Harrison, the best private investigator money could buy. If anyone could unravel this mystery, it was him.
Weeks turned into month as Harrison chased down leads, pieced together clues, and slowly started to untangle the web of deception that had ensnared me. Then, one afternoon, Harrison walked into my office, his expression grave but bold.
"I've got something, Mr. Luther," he said, laying a thick folder on my desk.
I leaned forward, my pulse quickening. "What is it?"
Harrison opened the folder, revealing photographs, documents, and a detailed report. "The woman who scammed you, the one who
