Waylon didn’t care about the virus; he only cared about the encrypted files. “How long until it’s open?” he asked.

Fiona didn’t take her eyes off the screen. “Fifteen minutes.”

No password was ever too difficult for Fiona. She barely needed to try. Fifteen minutes meant she was being careful, ensuring no damage to the hard drive. Otherwise, it would have taken five.

Chase stood next to Wendy. “How’d you figure she’d hide it at the hospital?” he asked.

Wendy tilted her chin toward Waylon. “Why else? Waylon practically tore Aimee’s house apart and didn’t find the hard drive. It definitely wasn’t on her, and the only place she’s stayed long-term in the past six months is the hospital.”

“I’m starting to think Madeline wasn’t behind this,” Chase said meaningfully. “But if it was some spur-of-the-moment kidnapping with no planning, it doesn’t match what you know about Henry. What if there’s someone else we don’t know about?”

There were still plenty of people hiding behind the Harrison family. Back when they first met Mario, he’d said the Harrison family wasn’t smart enough to keep his father’s empire running this long. Someone must have been guiding them from the shadows.

“Henry’s got a rebellious streak. I really don’t think he’d let anyone pull his strings. Since the divorce, he’s probably been working to break free, step by step. But that guy behind the curtain—he’s never shown his face. That’s what I find strange.”

Wendy knew everyone who mattered in the business world—every single person. Whoever it was remained a mystery, and it was possible she wouldn’t recognize him even if he appeared before her.

“It’s open,” Fiona said.

It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes. Everyone turned toward the back of the computer. Fiona wasn’t that interested in the contents; she stepped aside to give them space and wandered a few laps around Chase’s office. Waylon was already copying everything from the hard drive.

“We were right. It’s connected to Moses Group,” he said.

Everything outside felt rushed. Even the plan to capture the target had been thrown together last-minute by Ryan.

“Now we wait for the suspect to show up. As soon as they do, we move in,” Ryan said over the phone. “Mr. Fred, anything else we need to keep in mind?”

The other side definitely knew Aimee’s family had called the police. They’d be even more careful now.

“Keep the hostage safe,” Waylon said. “What’s on that drive is too important. Aimee has to make it back alive. I still have a lot of questions for her.”

“Got it,” Ryan replied.

Before the drive was in their hands, they wouldn’t dare hurt Aimee. But once the handoff happened, it would come down to speed.

After Waylon left, Wendy and Fiona didn’t rush off.

“Aimee isn’t ordinary,” Wendy said, glancing over the files again. “I couldn’t even find this stuff. Some of it’s what I destroyed myself back then, and yet it’s here.” She turned her head toward Fiona. “Don’t you think it’s strange Aimee showed up right at this turning point?”

Fiona nodded. “A little. With her identity, she could have released all this publicly without us even knowing about it. But instead… Maybe it was the hospitalization that slowed her down.”

Wendy shook her head cautiously. “No. Aimee’s car accident might not have been an accident at all. These files might be why she ended up in the hospital. She probably sensed danger and hid the drive in that flower pot on purpose.”

Only Aimee could answer these questions. That was why Waylon insisted she had to survive. All they could do now was wait anxiously at the hospital.

“Doesn’t Aimee look kind of familiar to you?” Chase asked.

“Familiar?” Wendy stared at Aimee’s photo. She did seem a little familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on who she resembled.

“I think she looks like Caesar,” Chase said.

Wendy and Fiona exchanged a glance. They all knew Caesar had a younger sister. The year their parents died, someone in the Meyer family lost track of her. They said she’d wandered off by accident—but in truth, they’d abandoned her. Caesar had spent all those years abroad searching for his sister.

Now that Chase mentioned it, Wendy took another look at the photo. There really was a resemblance. “You know Caesar too well,” she said. “Maybe that’s why you don’t notice. But I’ve only met him a few times. Just look at the shape of her face—not the eyes or the mouth. Focus on the bone structure. They’re exactly the same.”

Fiona raised her hand and covered those parts of the photo. As expected, imagining Caesar’s face in her mind, the two of them matched perfectly. Aimee was like a female version of Caesar.

“No way…” Fiona murmured, stunned. “Caesar’s been searching for his sister all these years. I always thought it was weird, though. Aimee’s early childhood is totally blank. It’s like she popped out of a rock or…”