Christine’s POV
I made my way to my room with a slow, triumphant smile spreading across my face inwardly. The plan had worked flawlessly. Francis was crumbling, the board was rattled, and I’d positioned myself as the one cleaning up their mess. The weight of the day lifted as I kicked off my shoes and poured a glass of merlot. I sank into the plush armchair by the window and opened my laptop. Time to review the ace I’d been holding.
I pulled up the encrypted folder labeled “Insurance” and clicked on the video files I’d extracted from the CCTV cameras I’d planted in Francis’s house and office earlier. The footage was clear, timestamped, and damning. I leaned forward, my pulse quickening as I watched Francis in his sleek home office, pacing with his phone pressed to his ear and there it was his voice of conspiratorial, speaking to none other than Jasmine.
“Jasmine, we’re almost there,” Francis said, his tone smug. “Harrington poured millions into Evosphere, and once the funds clear, we
