My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Abandoned Warehouse
The cold light of dawn filtered through the clouds as Ezra parked his police hover car down the street. He got out, looking both ways, making sure he hadn’t attracted attention.

He walked down the street to his destination, an unmarked warehouse.

It stood at the edge of Faewall’s industrial district, blending in with the other anonymous buildings that lined the streets.

But this one was different. It was an address tied to Hyde’s logistics company, the same one connected to suspicious financial transfers that Green had investigated.

Hyde had gone to great lengths to hide his financial dealings, but Ezra’s investigation had finally led him here.

After spending hours poring over records, fake accounts, and shell companies, he had traced a portion of the funds Hyde had been funneling out of his business to this place.

He approached the side door, breaking the lock with a quick flick of his claws. The rusty metal groaned softly as the door opened, and he slipped inside.

The smell of dust and oil clung to the air, and as he moved further into the dark warehouse, his ears picked up the sound of two men joking around.

He listened carefully. Three heartbeats and no strange scents in the air. His eyes narrowed. Three humans, no vampires.

He walked closer to them, not making a sound. The warehouse wasn’t abandoned, as he’d initially assumed. It was active.

Stacks of crates filled the space, and toward the back, the group of humans worked, unpacking and sorting goods.

Ezra’s brows rose as he saw what they were doing. The men were moving boxes marked with the symbol of a charitable organization. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be criminals.

He deployed his Aura without infusing any feelings or emotions, making use of its vision to see what was inside the boxes.

He frowned. Clothing, non-perishable goods and some medical supplies? It appeared that their operations were actually legitimate.

They really were part of the charitable trust branded on the crates, receiving and distributing goods. But why would Hyde, a vampire Count, secretly funnel money into this?

He could have done this without hiding it and no one would criticize him. After all, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for some vampires to practice noblesse oblige for a decade or two before losing interest.

One of the humans, a man in his thirties with a gruff beard and tired eyes, looked up, probably feeling someone watching, and spotted Ezra standing in the shadows, watching them.

His eyes widened in alarm and he opened his mouth to raise the alarm.

Before he could even make a sound, Ezra moved as fast as he could, his boots hitting the concrete floor in a blur.

For the man, it would look like Ezra simply disappeared and everything went dark. Within moments, he had all three humans out cold on the floor.

He stood over them, his mind cataloging every information he had gotten. But the question still remained. Who are these people? What were they doing here? Why was Hyde funding a human charity organization, and why did he go to such lengths to hide it?

He rummaged through their pockets, pulling out their IDs. He noted their names and addresses. He searched some more and couldn’t find any phones on them.

That couldn’t be. Ezra narrowed his eyes. Maybe they don’t keep their phones on them while they work. That had to be the only explanation.

He moved through the warehouse, methodically scanning the crates and workstation with his Aura. The three hundred degree vision didn’t come with the ability to focus attention on everything at the same time.

He moved through the warehouse, keeping his senses on the humans but his attention on looking for any sign of their personal belongings.

He needed to find their phones, the most likely source of direct information. As he moved past the stacks of donated goods, his attention snapped to a phone, tucked away near one of the folding tables.

He retracted his Aura, approaching the table. There, he found a small pile of personal items. Phones and bags, all left behind by the workers before they’d begun their shifts.

Ezra crouched down, grabbing one of the phones. The phone was locked but it didn’t take too long before Ezra had it open, using the unconscious worker’s biometrics.

What was the man going to do? Stop him?

He scrolled through the messages, tapping into emails and documents stored on the device.

On the surface, everything seemed normal. It appeared to be an operation centered on charity work. Receiving donations, organizing them, and distributing goods to those in need.

But as Ezra dug deeper, reading through internal communications between the organization’s leaders, something felt off.

The language was too vague, too evasive, with constant references to ‘additional support’ and ‘transfers’ that didn’t seem related to charitable work.

A series of spreadsheets hidden in one of the emails showed large sums of money being moved, but the destinations were listed only as ambiguous accounts.

Ezra’s eyes narrowed as he quickly pieced it together. This wasn’t just a charity. It was a front.

The charitable trust was laundering money, disguising it as donations and then transferring it to unknown locations.

Hyde’s logistics company was involved, but the funds weren’t staying in Faewall. They were being funneled somewhere else, likely to fuel something far more dangerous.

He quickly went through all three phones, confirming it. He then returned the phones back to where they had been.

This Forge Trust, the human organization, wasn’t just a recipient of donations. They were part of a larger scheme. And Hyde was involved in this.

His mind couldn’t help but go to the coming vampire war. Was Hyde working for the monarchy? Was he about to expose them and had to be killed?

If that was the case, he knew that going too close will result in whoever was helping the monarchy to come after him.

Personally, he had no interest in supporting either side. Valaren’s oath was always tugging at his soul. He had things to do that neither side would be in support of.

Ezra sighed, taking one last look around the warehouse. That was when his datapad buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out, expecting a routine message from HQ, but the words on the screen made his blood run cold.

URGENT: Return to HQ immediately. Hyde’s body is missing. Green has escaped.