Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

CHAPTER 161AVA"Bingo," Olivia said, shooting a sideways glance up at Liam. "And it goes way deeper than just a local smear campaign, Ava. The shell company that funded the bot network that attacked your reputation? It's the exact same entity funneling illegal kickbacks into the municipal bond initiative..,,the one Senator Hayes is using to line his pockets and fund his entire senatorial run."Liam crossed his arms, his jaw tightening as he stared at the damning data scrolling down the screen. "He thought he could use a localized smear campaign to break my spirit, force me into a corner, and distract us while he quietly transferred control of my trust fund into his campaign account.""Well, his little distraction plan backfired spectacularly," Olivia smirked, tapping a key to open a secure draft document. "Because instead of cowering, we tracked the IP routing straight back to his campaign manager's private residence server. We have the wire transfers. We have the signed digital sign

CHAPTER 163EMILYThe midday cafeteria was a cacophony of clattering trays, loud laughter, and overlapping chatter, but I felt entirely disconnected from it all. I pushed a few stray fries around my plate with my fork, my appetite completely vanished. The memory of the confrontation with Ava still burned fresh in my mind. Ava's harsh, venomous words echoed relentlessly in my head...especially that vile label she had thrown at Stacey. It hurt more than I wanted to admit, not just because it was vicious, but because it came from Ava. She was supposed to be my safe space, the one person who truly knew me. Instead, she had looked at me with pure fury and judgment just because I chose to spend time with someone else.Across the table, Stacey noticed my silence immediately. She paused, setting down her fork and leaning in slightly, her expression laced with genuine concern."Hey, are you okay, Emily?" Stacey asked softly, brushing a strand of hair back from her face. "You've barely touched

CHAPTER 165SENATOR HAYESThe cool night air of the high-rise balcony did nothing to cool the raging fire in my chest. I stood in the shadow of the concrete overhang, swirling the amber liquid in my crystal tumbler, watching the distant, glittering grid of city lights stretch out infinitely below me. They looked like tiny, insignificant ants crawling through a maze....much like the people who thought they could outmaneuver me.The heavy glass door behind me slid open, breaking the rhythmic hum of the nocturnal traffic. And I could hear footsteps approaching but I didn't bother to turn around. "Sir," my assistant's voice trembled slightly, cutting through the silence. He had this voice that he always had whenever he was about to deliver bad news. He really hated delivering bad news and tonight, it seems he had one. "The drive... the one we retrieved from Liam's home. Our cybersecurity team finally finished cracking the encryption protocols. We managed to bypass the firewall and rip op

CHAPTER 167EMILYThe evening had settled into a quiet, heavy stillness across the campus, and I was just trying to unwind in my dorm room when my phone suddenly buzzed against the wooden desk. I glanced down and saw Stacey's name flashing on the screen.I swiped to answer, and the moment the line connected, all I heard was the ragged, desperate sound of someone trying to swallow their own sobs."Stacey? Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting up straight, every alarm bell in my head suddenly blaring."Em... please," Stacey choked out, her voice breaking into a fractured, breathless whimper. "I... I don't know what to do. Can you... can you please come get me?""Where are you?" I demanded, already grabbing my jacket and kicking my sneakers on. She managed to stammer out a quiet street corner just a few blocks off campus, and without another word, I hung up and sprinted out the door.The walk felt like a marathon. When I finally rounded the corner and spotted her sitting alone on a cold c

CHAPTER 169AVAMy fingers trembled as I pressed accept, the FaceTime screen flickering to life in the dim light of the car cabin.The image that flashed across the display tore the breath straight out of my lungs, a horrifying, paralyzing wave of terror crashing over me so violently that I nearly passed out right there in the passenger seat. My vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges, and a choked, agonizing gasp ripped raw from my throat.On the small screen, my mother was tied viciously to a heavy wooden chair, bound hand and foot in thick industrial rope. But it wasn't the ropes that made my blood run ice cold...it was the massive, rusting trunk of solid metal suspended directly above her head by a fraying, strained chain, positioned like a grotesque guillotine waiting to drop.I clamped both hands over my mouth, stifling a shrieking sob as hot, burning tears instantly flooded my eyes and streamed down my face."Mom!!" I screamed, the name tearing out of me in a ragged, hy