All Chapters of His Choice Wasn't Me: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The meeting with the representatives from CloudOpen Tech began shortly after ten in the morning.By the time Sarah arrived at the office, the building was already alive with the usual buzz of corporate activity.But despite the normalcy surrounding her, Sarah’s mind remained unusually focused. She had barely slept after the chaotic events of the morning, yet she refused to let personal matters interfere with business.When she stepped into the conference room on the twenty-second floor, the two men waiting there immediately stood up to greet her.“Ms. Williams,” the older of the two said politely, extending his hand across the polished table. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I’m Charles Fitzgerald.” He gestured toward the younger man beside him. “And this is my colleague, Michael Derek.”Sarah shook both of their hands firmly. “Welcome. I hope you didn’t have to wait long.”“Not at all,” Derek replied with a friendly smile. “Your assistant has been very hospitable.”The

Sarah sat inside her car in the police station parking lot, her eyes fixed on the entrance doors of the building as if staring long enough might force them to open.The engine was off, yet the faint ticking sound from the cooling metal under the hood seemed louder than usual.Her fingers tapped repeatedly against the steering wheel, restless and impatient, the movement betraying the tension that had taken hold of her entire body.Her heart had not slowed since the moment Magnus was taken away in the police vehicle.Every second that passed now felt longer than it should.She leaned forward slightly in the driver’s seat, her gaze narrowing as another officer walked through the glass doors of the station. But it wasn’t Magnus.She exhaled slowly, frustration tightening her chest.Her hands were shaking.Not from fear this time.From anger.On her way to the station earlier that evening, she had refused to listen when the officers told her to go home.Instead, she had driven straight her

The death of Tiana had already flooded the internet. News platforms, social media pages, and late-night television channels were all repeating the same breaking story with slightly different headlines.Every outlet seemed eager to analyze the dramatic end of a woman whose name had already been surrounded by controversy for months.Footage from earlier investigations flashed across screens, accompanied by bold captions and commentators speculating about motives, connections, and the circumstances that had led to her violent encounter that evening.About two hours earlier, James Striker had been seated in his living room, half listening to the evening news while holding a glass of red wine in his hand.The television cast a soft glow across the dim room, illuminating the modern furniture and the quiet elegance of the house.Melissa had already gone to bed.The house was silent except for the steady voice of the news presenter and the occasional clink of glass whenever James adjusted his

Morning arrived quietly, but the peace that usually came with it did not reach Sarah’s world.The city had barely begun its daily bustle when the news channels were already alive with flashing headlines and breaking updates.In living rooms, offices, cafés, and even taxis weaving through traffic, televisions displayed the same story repeatedly; Tiana Striker’s shocking death.The scandal had grown overnight, spreading across the internet like wildfire, and every media outlet seemed determined to dissect every tiny detail.Inside Sarah’s mansion, the television in the living room played one of the morning broadcasts at a moderate volume.A news anchor sat upright behind a polished desk, her voice steady but clearly dramatic enough to hold the attention of viewers.“Good morning,” she began. “We continue to follow the shocking developments surrounding the death of socialite Tiana Striker, who died late last night after an altercation involving businesswoman Sarah Williams and an unident

Three days had passed since the night that changed everything. In those seventy-two hours, the city had not stopped talking about the death of Tiana Striker.The news cycle kept the story alive every hour, analysts debated endlessly, and online discussions grew louder with every passing day.For Sarah, however, those three days had been a delicate balancing act between protecting her company, maintaining composure in public, and trying to keep her private life from collapsing under the pressure.That morning, the atmosphere inside Transcop Tech headquarters was unusually tense. Employees tried their best to maintain normal routines, but the lingering attention from the media outside the building had made everyone slightly uneasy.A few reporters still waited near the entrance gates, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah or anyone willing to comment on the investigation.Sarah sat inside her office reviewing a document when her assistant knocked lightly and stepped in.“Ma’am,” the assist