All Chapters of While You Chose Her, I Claimed Everything: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

It was getting late when Ashbourne Group's motorcade left the plaza in front of the main building. The camera flashes that had filled the area outside the ballroom gradually faded, replaced by rows of city lights stretching along the road.Inside the black SUV cruising steadily through the night, the atmosphere was very different from what it had been just a few hours earlier. A chauffeur drove at a steady speed with Gilbert seated in the front passenger seat, while Victor and Tara sat side by side in the back.Victor glanced at Tara.She rested her head against the seat for a moment. Her eyes were closed, then opened again when she felt Victor's gaze on her."Tired?"Tara let out a soft laugh. "A little.""That's only natural."Tara let out a long breath. "Honestly, I didn't expect tonight to last this long.""You're right," Victor replied, adjusting his posture. "If Adrian hadn't interrupted and behaved the way he did, tonight's inauguration probably would have gone much more smooth

That Friday afternoon, for the first time in several weeks, Tara decided to leave work early. She set the files she had originally planned to take home back on her desk. Diana, who noticed this, couldn't help raising an eyebrow."Ms. Tara?""Hm?""There are still three documents you haven't reviewed." Diana even double-checked to make sure Tara really hadn't gone through those files.Tara smiled faintly. "They can wait until Monday."Diana looked slightly surprised. "Don't you usually finish everything the same day?""Not this time." She picked up her bag and rose from her chair. "I already made a promise to someone today."Without realizing it, Diana broke into a broad smile, as though she immediately understood what her new boss meant. Considering how much work had been piled onto Tara during the week following her official appointment as the former CEO's replacement, it was only natural that she would want to set aside a little time for personal matters."I hope your plans go well,

Monday morning.The sky was still veiled by thin clouds as the area in front of the Federal High Court began filling with vehicles. Live broadcast vans lined the street. Cameras from various television networks had already been set up facing the courthouse's main steps, while dozens of reporters with press credentials hanging around their necks continued updating their reports for their respective platforms.The case involving Ashbourne Group over the past several weeks had become the center of attention in the country's business world.Not merely because of the lawsuit itself, but because of the Ashbourne family's prominent name, which had been recognized for more than a decade as one of the nation's most influential business dynasties."Three minutes to go." A reporter turned toward the camera. "We've received information that Adrian Ashbourne is scheduled to arrive first."Before he could finish his report, a black sedan pulled up in front of the courthouse plaza. "There he is!"Do

Marcus took a flash drive from his black folder and handed it to the court officer. "Your Honor, the next piece of evidence is the result of a digital forensic analysis conducted on Ashbourne Group's transaction approval server."A moment later, the large screen lit up once again.This time, however, it did not display a chart of the flow of funds. Instead, it showed the interface of Ashbourne Group's internal system.Dozens of rows of data immediately filled the large courtroom screen. Transaction dates, approval times, transaction numbers, IP addresses, device identification numbers, and user identities were neatly recorded in Ashbourne Group's system logs. At Marcus's request, Keith Sullivan explained that all of the data shown was an identical copy extracted from the company's primary server and had been verified through a digital forensic audit.Using the pointer in his hand, Keith explained that every high-value transaction could not simply be processed at will. Ashbourne Group'

The sound of the gavel was far heavier than before. At the defense table, Adrian's fingers slowly curled into a fist against the surface of the table. At some point, a sense of foreboding had begun to creep over him. He tried to convince himself that all of this could still be challenged, but the calm look in Marcus's eyes only made that unease harder to ignore.Without another word, Marcus handed the blue folder in his hand to the court officer. A few seconds later, the large screen at the front of the courtroom lit up once again. The fund flow chart that had previously ended at an investment company reappeared, but this time, the diagram continued.Red lines stretched out in every direction, branching into dozens of transactions involving far smaller amounts. At first glance, the movement of the funds appeared random and unrelated. But the longer they looked, the more the hidden pattern behind it began to emerge.Keith Sullivan rose from his seat and picked up the pointer beside the