Masuk“Yes,” Mia whispered, squeezing her eyes shut in pain.Zachary immediately led her out, glancing back at Sarah again and again as if still worried.Sarah slipped into her own car. She could already picture what the next morning would look like.Vivian’s imprisonment would sweep across the entire East Coast like wildfire, and Wilson Corp would once again become everyone’s favorite target.Harbour Crescent—once a luxury resort—was now nothing but rubble. In just a few months, the construction workers had abandoned the site, stripping the place of anything valuable. The once-glamorous Harbour Crescent Resort had become the most desolate property in the city.When Vivian was taken to prison, she didn’t even have time to understand that this was where she would spend the rest of her life.Her ambitions had shattered. Her grandfather was still unconscious. Wilson Corp was barely alive.Even her own lawyer had stopped returning her calls.And just as Sarah expected, the news broke tha
Vivian’s lawyer gave her a subtle nudge, signaling her to start apologizing.Vivian understood immediately. She lowered her gaze and whispered, stumbling over the words, “I… I’m sorry. It was my fault…”She lifted her eyes for just a second—first at Tina’s mother, then toward the gallery where Sarah sat—and then she saw Zachary.The apology died in her throat.She couldn’t say another word.Not with him watching.She had once told him the Wilson family had pride. Now, with all eyes on her, she couldn’t bear for him to see her beg.Her lawyer panicked. “What are you doing? Say it. Say it now!”“I… I…” Vivian’s voice broke off again. No matter how hard she tried, the words wouldn’t come out. Not while Zachary was in the room.Under his calm, distant gaze, she finally snapped. She sat down abruptly, lips pressed shut.Her attorney’s expression turned ice cold. “Do you have any idea what you just threw away? That was your chance. Why didn’t you speak?”“…Zachary is here.”The la
He had never imagined Vivian had committed this many cruel acts. This wasn’t one or two incidents—it was an entire trail of wrongdoing.If it were only the Michael Luther case, or even Tina’s situation, he might have found room to negotiate or argue for a reduced sentence.But with this many cases and a complete chain of evidence, there was nothing he could defend.When the court finally recessed, he was allowed a brief private meeting with Vivian.“Miss Wilson, things are looking extremely bad for you,” the attorney said.Vivian looked exhausted. Days of tension had pushed her nerves to the breaking point. Hallucinations and nightmares clung to her like shadows. Even in the courtroom earlier, she thought she saw a pale woman in the gallery—another with a disfigured face.She almost lost control, and only years of discipline kept her from collapsing.“Is there really no way to argue for innocence?” she murmured.The lawyer stared at her, stunned. “Absolutely not. Miss Wilson, wh
Mr. Hartman recovered first and let out a short laugh. “Since you’ve already dragged everything into the open, then we might as well tell the truth. Yes, two or three months ago, Director Churchill and I liquidated our shares. But the new owners gave us full proxy rights. In other words, we represent two actual shareholders. You have no authority to remove us from this meeting.”The room erupted. No one had expected the two men who had always appeared the most loyal to have secretly made the smartest move long ago.Mr. Churchill gave Henry a disdainful look. “The real issue here is you. As far as I know, you don’t hold a single Wilson Corp share. You have no right to question us. If anything, you’re the one who should be leaving.”Henry suddenly burst into laughter. “You still don’t get it?”He pulled two documents from his briefcase and tossed them on the table in front of Hartman.“Take a good look. These are the transfer agreements. The two shareholders you claim to represent a
“Can you send me a copy of everything?” Sarah asked quietly.Steven slid a USB drive across the desk. “Already prepared. It has Mr. Sanders’s full records, plus some photos and videos. I figured you’d want them.”Sarah’s fingers trembled as she took it. “Thank you.”“If you’re thanking anyone, thank Zachary,” Steven added. “He’s the one who told me to put it together.”Sarah glanced at Zachary. He didn’t say anything, only watched her with clear worry in his eyes.---Across the city, Wilson Corp felt almost hollow now. Most of the familiar faces were gone.Henry Wilson walked through the lobby with a new, arrogant confidence. Compared to a month ago, he now held a sizable amount of Wilson Corp’s shares. No one dared look down on him anymore.He had waited until Vivian was out of the picture before showing up.In front of Vivian’s assistant, Anthony, he boldly called for an emergency shareholders’ meeting.When he entered the conference room, the usual players were there—Mr.
Sarah had barely pulled into the driveway when her phone rang. It was Zachary. The moment she heard his voice, her expression tightened.“Melvin,” she said quickly, “don’t park. Turn around. We’re going to Reynolds Corp.”Melvin shot her a look. “Did Steven crack the phone?”Sarah nodded, tense. Zachary had already hung up, and her hand stayed clenched around the phone the entire ride. Her nerves twisted the closer they got. Whatever Steven recovered… it could change everything. Or it could lead nowhere.Heart pounding, she and Melvin pushed open Zachary’s office door.But Zachary wasn’t the one sitting at the desk.Steven was in his chair, eyes bloodshot, looking like he hadn’t slept at all. No doubt he’d been up all night repairing the phone.He rotated the computer monitor toward them. “Here. These are Mr. Sanders’s messages from that day.”Melvin could pull call logs on his own, but he hadn’t found anything abnormal in them.Sarah focused on the screen. Most of it was rout







