บททั้งหมดของ Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Brody's POV, By sunrise, the Whitmore empire was bleeding out on live television, and I had never enjoyed a morning coffee more. Every news channel in the country was replaying the gala, Dr. Patel's confession, Benjamin screaming in handcuffs, Gerald's face turning white as paper, and the financial analysts were practically salivating over the falling stock, one of them calling it "the fastest corporate collapse in a decade." Investors were flooding the Whitmore board with emergency demands, the phones were ringing off the hook, and by seven o'clock, Gerald's lawyers had released a statement calling the whole scandal "the isolated criminal act of a single deceitful individual." I read it twice, then dropped the tablet on my desk. ‘Isolated.’ Right. Gerald was throwing Benjamin under the bus to save his own neck, and the worst part was that the evidence already said otherwise; three wire transfers, a compliance director, a doctor with a signed confession. That wasn't isolated

Brody's POV,I locked down the entire facility in under three minutes."Suspend all external access," I barked into the phone, already moving toward the security office. "Every entrance, every wing, I want armed teams stationed at every door. No one enters or exits without direct authorization from me personally.""Sir, that includes staff–""That includes everyone." My voice came out like ice. "Medical staff release nothing, to anyone, without my sign-off. Nothing leaves this building on a piece of paper or out of someone's mouth. Not a name, not a room number, not a single detail."It hadn't touched a single financial account. Not one dollar had moved, not one contract had been accessed, and that told me everything I needed to know. Whoever this was hadn't come for money.They'd come for one patient's file.That made it personal in a way money never could.Patricia met me in the security office, three screens already glowing with frozen footage and scrolling access logs."Sir, we fo

Brody's POV,The gunman's finger was already tightening on the trigger when I put a bullet through his shoulder.He dropped, screaming, and my men swarmed through the shattered windows behind me, forcing the remaining shooters back toward the alley in a hail of return fire. I didn't stop moving. I crossed that ruined dining room in three strides, hauled Emilia up from behind the counter, and pulled her against my chest hard enough that she gasped."Are you hit?" My hands moved over her, frantic, checking her arms, her sides, her face, anywhere blood might be hiding. "Emilia, look at me, are you hit anywhere?""I'm fine," she choked out, shaking so hard her teeth chattered. "Brody, I'm fine, I'm not hit…""Move! Clear the building!" I shouted to my team, sweeping her behind me as we pushed through the smoke and broken glass toward the exit, my body a wall between her and every direction a bullet could still come from.We didn't stop until we were in the car, until the doors were locke

Brody's POV,By the time my team reached his office, he was already gone."Desk cleared out, sir," the lead officer reported over the radio. "No personal items, no files, company laptop's been wiped. His phone's not pinging anywhere either, looks like he dropped it or destroyed it hours ago."I stood in the middle of the empty office, staring at the bare desk, the blank monitor, the chair pushed in neatly like its owner had simply strolled off for lunch and never come back. Someone had warned him. Someone always warned men like him."He knew we were closing in," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "He had enough access to clean up behind himself before we even confirmed his name."Emilia stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around herself. "Another dead end.""Not entirely." I turned to her. "If someone corrupted his files to hide what he did, there's still a chance the damage touched your father's original treatment history. I want to compare it against what exists now."××××St.

Emilia's POV,Public statements weren't enough anymore. I wanted Serena in a courtroom, under oath, where lying carried actual consequences."Defamation," my lawyer, Ms. Chen, confirmed, sliding the filed paperwork across the conference table. "We have grounds. Fabricated medical records, deliberate reputational harm, and a clear pattern of malicious intent given everything that happened at the gala.""Then file it," I said. "Today."The news broke within hours: “Emilia Lambert Sues Serena Vance Over Fabricated Medical Claims.” The internet, predictably, split itself in half, half the country finally questioning Serena's credibility, the other half convinced I was simply trying to silence an inconvenient truth.Serena's lawyers came out swinging in the first pretrial hearing."Miss Lambert has a documented history of fabricating sympathy to manipulate powerful men," Serena's attorney said smoothly, pacing in front of the judge. "First the kidney donation controversy, now a sudden, co