All Chapters of You Buried Your Wife, Mr. Hayes. Now Beg.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Mira POV I forwarded the picture of Seraphine. "Have you received it?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good. I want you to edit it." "What kind of edit?" I smiled. "I want the woman and the man to appear as though they're involved in something inappropriate. Make it look like they're more than business associates." "Understood." "Don't make it look exaggerated. I want something people will believe when they see it." "All right. Do you have a particular angle in mind?" "Use your judgment. But make sure her face is clear. I want everyone to know exactly who they're looking at." "That won't be a problem." I stood up and walked toward the window. "There's something else." "Go ahead, ma'am." "I want you to send it to the press once you're done." "Any particular publication?" "Send it to several. The bigger the audience, the better." "What should the headline say?" I paused, thinking about the words. Then I smiled. "Something like this: 'Billionaire Seraphine Vale Accused of Slee

Seraphine POV I ended the call. Sophie was still watching me. "Do you want me to get you something?" "No. I want you to find out how far this story has spread. Contact our legal team and tell them to start documenting every publication that has shared the photograph." "All right." "And Sophie?" "Yes?" "Don't let anyone make a statement on my behalf without my approval. I don't care how many calls come in." "I understand." She picked up her phone and started making calls. I left her office and returned to mine. The moment I stepped inside, I dropped my bag on the couch and walked straight to my desk. I opened my laptop and searched for the article myself. It was worse than I'd thought. Several websites had already published their own versions of the story. Some had used the original headline, while others had come up with even more insulting ones. I clenched my jaw. Who the hell do they think they are? I had spent years building Vale Empire. I had worked through sleeple

Seraphine POV She stepped aside, allowing the man to enter. "Good morning, ma'am." "Good morning. What is it?" He placed the file on my desk and adjusted his glasses. "We've received several requests from our banking partners for confirmation of certain transactions." I frowned. "What transactions?" "Some of our recent payments. They want additional documentation before processing a few outstanding transfers." "Why?" "One of the banks mentioned the negative publicity surrounding the company." I stared at him. "Are you telling me our banking partners are questioning our finances because of a gossip article?" "Not exactly, ma'am. They haven't frozen any accounts. But they're asking for more verification than usual." I leaned back. "Have we missed any payments?" "No, ma'am." "Are our salaries affected?" "No." "Then make sure every department continues its normal operations. I don't want employees panicking because someone decided to publish a fake st

I opened another document. "We didn't win this contract because of my personal relationships. We won it because our proposal was stronger, our financial plan was realistic, and our team demonstrated that we could deliver what you wanted. None of those things have changed." The room went quiet. I continued. "If another company has a better proposal, I'm willing to review it. If they can prove that they have the experience, resources, and capacity to complete this project more efficiently, then you should consider them. But if their only advantage is that they have managed to avoid appearing in a scandal, then I don't think that is a good reason to hand them the contract." One of the executives cleared his throat. "You're confident that the situation won't affect your ability to manage the company?" "Absolutely." "Even with the pressure you're currently facing?" I gave him a small smile. "I've managed this company through situations much worse than this." Mr. Luc