MasukIn the CEO's office on the top floor of Justice Corp., the massive holographic screen was broadcasting the midday news."The highly publicized Justice Corp. fraud case has reached its final verdict today. The principal offender, Noah Carter, convicted of fraud, embezzlement, and intentional harm, with evidence clear and irrefutable, and with a profoundly negative impact on society, has been sentenced to life imprisonment."His accomplice, Cynthia Kingstone, convicted of fraud and intentional harm, has been sentenced to 15 years in prison. His accomplice, Mia Lane, convicted of fraud, has been sentenced to 10 years in prison."My assistant placed a report gently on my desk. "Noah got into a fight over a dinner roll in prison and had his leg broken. He keeps insisting he's the CEO of Justice Corp., so everyone thinks he's insane now."Mia… She lost her mind after her miscarriage and spends her days muttering about her dream of marrying rich. As for Cynthia, she curses the other two e
My grandfather and I walked into the courtroom and took the front row of the gallery. Across from us in the defendant's dock, the three people who had once been well dressed now wore prison uniforms and looked haggard.Noah stared at me with bloodshot eyes, remorse written across his face. Cynthia cowered, unable to meet anyone's gaze. And Mia instinctively guarded her swollen belly, her eyes darting away.Noah's lawyer offered a feeble defense until the prosecutor presented the first piece of evidence: a recorded phone call between Noah and the director of the psychiatric hospital. On the tape, Noah's voice was impatient and vicious. "Money's not the issue. Just lock her up until she's gone for good."The prosecutor offered them no breathing room. One piece of evidence followed another: the forged psychiatric evaluation, bank records showing Noah's embezzlement to buy cars and houses for Mia, surveillance footage of Cynthia conspiring to transfer my assets—the proofs were ironclad.
My grandfather's team worked with astonishing speed. Within half an hour of the meeting's end, the compiled evidence had already been delivered to both the police and the prosecutor's office.Forged signatures, embezzlement of corporate assets, illegal transfers, collusion with a psychiatric hospital for unlawful detention—each charge alone was enough to put them behind bars for decades.The arrests happened simultaneously. The police split into three teams and struck like thunder.The first team raided the Justice Corp. general manager's office. Noah's people were frantically tearing up documents, trying to destroy the last traces of evidence, when officers broke down the door and pinned them to the floor on the spot.The second team hit the Justice Residence. Cynthia was in the middle of her beauty routine when the cold cuffs clicked around her wrists, the mud mask cracked across her cheeks.The third team went to the city's most luxurious mall. Mia, clutching the supplementary
The bodyguards hauled Noah out immediately, his feet scrabbling futilely across the polished floor as he cursed and spat obscenities. But it wasn't until I watched him struggle all the way to the door that I spoke, my voice light as if discussing the weather. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something."Noah froze mid-struggle and turned his bloodshot eyes back on me."That limited-edition Porsche you embezzled company funds to buy for Mia? She drove it yesterday to meet Steven Royce. The damsel you thought you were protecting… seems she wasn't such an innocent bunny after all."Noah's eyes widened with incredulity. Shock and humiliation twisted his face, and his whole body trembled as the last of his composure shattered.Once he was dragged away, silence blanketed the boardroom. I didn't give the directors much time to process the scene. One by one, I handed out the evidence: Noah's forged signatures, his embezzlement records, the trail of how he had gutted the company from within
An hour later, I linked arms with my grandfather and stepped into the Justice Corp. building. Behind us, the staff whispered and pointed."My God—isn't that Ms. Justice? Hasn't she gone mad?""I heard Mr. Carter sent her away for treatment. How did she get out?""Look at her in that dress. So creepy. She hasn't been triggered, has she?"In the elevator, my grandfather patted my hand reassuringly. "Don't mind them. That fool Cynthia spread the news herself, saying you'd gone mad. She's planning to rally those old cronies to strip you of your inheritance at today's meeting.""Is that so?" I smoothed my lipstick against the mirrored elevator door. "Perfect—saves me the trouble of sending out invitations for their funerals one by one."When we pushed open the boardroom door, the room erupted. Cynthia, who sat beside the head seat, went pale at the sight of me, then quickly switched to an expression of grief and outrage. "Mila! How did you get out? The doctor said your condition was s
Noah froze mid-motion.I slowly lifted my head toward the doorway.Standing there was my grandfather—well into his seventies yet still sharp-eyed and imposing. He wore a black jacket, his lion-headed cane striking the floor with a heavy thud that echoed through the room like a gavel. Behind him stood Justice Corp.'s elite legal team and a line of bodyguards in black suits, their faces grim and unyielding.His piercing gaze swept across the wrecked hospital room before settling on Noah's hand gripping my wrist. His voice was as cold and cutting as steel. "Who dares lay a finger on my granddaughter?"The blood drained instantly from Noah's face. He stumbled back, releasing me at once. "M-Mr. Justice? I thought you were still abroad! I—Mila's sick. I was just about to take her home—""Silence!" My grandfather's roar cracked through the air, slicing Noah's pathetic act to shreds. He didn't even grant him another glance.One of the lawyers strode forward, dropped a thick envelope of d







