Chapter 985

Breathing hard, Hamilton hurried off to find Josh.

The office door burst open, making Josh jump and turn. When he saw Hamilton, some of the worry still lingered on his face.

Hamilton felt something was off, and his heart skipped a beat.

Josh quickly hid his panic, smoothed his thinning hair, and acted surprised. "Hamilton? What brings you here?"

Hamilton narrowed his eyes and stared at him. "Josh, what are you scared of?"

Josh sat back at his desk, crossing his legs. "Me? Scared? What could possibly scare me?"

Hamilton squinted and sat down across from him.

Josh gave a small nod to his secretary, who quietly left the room.

Hamilton noticed every detail. He gripped the armrest tighter. "Josh, I just happened to be nearby. When are you sending the rest of my money?"

"Didn't I already explain?" Josh said, looking away briefly. "There's a limit on transfers. You'll get the rest in a few days. Why the hurry? With a company this size and major projects, do you really think I care about your pocket change?"

Hamilton's fingers dug into the armrests. "Josh, we're family. I've had a lot of respect for you, but I hope you're not fooling me. I didn't make a fuss when you took money from McCoy Group, but you know we don't have much money left. We've been at the top for years, living comfortably, but we never really spread out our investments. We are all depending on this money to get by. If you've cheated us, that's mnore than wrong -it's disgraceful."

Hamilton held Josh's gaze as he spoke openly Josh's lips tightened into a thin line.

Hamilton pressed on. "Josh, just tell me thetruth. Is there something wrong with this investment?"

Josh stayed quiet. He slowly looked up at Hamilton. Just then, the office door opened and the company's accountant walked in, carrying a stack of documents.

Their quiet standoff was broken.

Josh came back to himself and laughed. "Hamilton, why are you always so doubtful? There's nothing wrong with this investment. I put my own money in too. Why would I hurt myself? You're just being paranoid again."

Josh smiled. "Look, the company accountant's here. I was just about to ask him to start your transfer.Hamilton, it's no surprise you can't keep up with Daniela-you're far too suspicious. Just go home.The money will be in your account by the time you arrive."

Hamilton stared at Josh for a moment, then slowly got up to leave.

Just as Hamilton reached the door, Josh called out, "Hamilton, you've always been sharp-with business,people, strategy. Dad favored me, sure, but | always wanted to earn something on my own, making him proud. I've always felt overlooked. How am I any less than you? I just wanted to prove I could do something too."

In the large office, Josh's voice came out sounding years older.

Hamilton clenched his fist and said quietly, "You didn't have to prove anything. In Dad's eyes, you were always the best."

The room went quiet again.

Their father's favoritism hung over them like a steady, cold rain-one that some never escape from, no matter how long they try.

Hamilton walked out.

Josh let go of the armrest, stood, and stared through the tall window as Hamilton left the building. With a breath of relief, he turned to the accountant. "How much is left in the account?"

The accountant's voice shook. "Less than a million. It's all tied up in the investment. We can't get in touch with the firm. People in Oiscoll are catching on-word's spreading. They'll know soon it's a huge scam.What do we do, Mr.McCoy?"

Josh stumbled, barely keeping his boalance. He leaned against the window, his voice rough. "Check if there's any money left we can shift to pay Hamilton."

The accountant looked close to crying. "Mr. McCoy, we've already moved everything we could. There's nothing left."

The accountant stared at Josh's back and shouted, "Mr. McCoy, you need to flee right now-before it's too late!"