All Chapters of The Fake Trophy Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Victor's statement just finished when Grantcorp was bombarded by countless calls. Partners both domestic and foreign who were asking to reconcile were suddenly having second thoughts.Simon frowned. "It's the Trade Federation. They control a good deal of the global transnational investments channels. If they are really working together against Grantcorp, our foreign operations would collapse no sooner than they recover."Quinn gritted her teeth. "Why would they help a worm like Zac?""Self-interest, obviously," Ben replied grimly. "With the fat load of cash the Twelve pays the Trade Federation in membership fee, Victor won't let them get spanked without a fight."The screen then jumped as Victor sent an invitation for a video conference.The gray-haired geezer soon appeared on screen, with the 37 Trade Federation high committee members behind him.Zac was there too, looking sharp in his suit although his facial injuries weren't dealt with."We will meet again," he grinned.I pi

In just an hour, the news reached trending in business sections.[AGFO managing director abuses authority.][Grantcorp hostile takeover, staged?][Vera Jones and Carl Grant's dark secret!]The headlines were certainly painting a vivid picture of a baseless accusation, especially since they posted my never-ending list of extravagant purchases over the last three years while claiming that Grantcorp was bribing me.Quinn flung her tablet on the couch when she was done reading. "Are they crazy? How is it their business Carl is buying stuff for his wife?"Simon, however, was frowning. "The truth doesn't even matter. What matters is that people are demanding a hearing. If we simply let the rumors fester, people would really think that Vera had a personal agenda when she froze the hedge funds' accounts."Ben growled, "Zac's trying to muddy the water. As long as the public doubts the previous inquiry, he has a shot of turning this situation around."As for me, I was still scrolling thr

The skies were dark when Zac arrived at the airstrip. His assistant Morris carried his two bulky suitcases behind him, containing cash, jewelry, and multiple passports of different identities.Along the way, he kept making calls, but no one answered; not even those who fawned over him fanatically over the years.The Trade Federation also dismissed Victor, while the Twelve were busy trying to maintain their innocence.Even the moles he embedded in Grantcorp were unreachable."No, I still have a shot as long as I get out of here," Zac growled as he boarded his plane. "Not even Vera's influence would reach private airstrips. I just have to wait until her emergency powers expire, and the Grants will pay!"He strode down the dark cabin, but barely walked that far when he paused.I was sitting by a window, flipping through the travel brochure, with Carl right beside me.Quinn was there too, insisting on following. She glared at Zac with crossed arms.I shut the brochure. "Mutembo is

Quinn strode up, smirking. "You keep saying that Vera is a trophy wife, but you and the Twelve spent billions, and still can't even touch her. One call, and all your shares, backers, even your accounts are gone. Who's the loser here?"Zac's breath turned labored and he bellowed, "Shut up!""Oh, did I touch a nerve?" Quinn giggled, gleeful that she could dish back the grief she was given for days. "What, weren't you the majority shareholder? Then why would you need Vera's approval to leave?"Zac swiped at the documents on the table right then, knocking everything to the floor.The officers outside promptly strode in.He tried to fight back, but suddenly realized that no one was willing to help him. Even the lawyers, shareholders, and hedge fund managers were all keeping their heads down.He stood alone in the middle of the carnage, with no help in sight.As for me, I clapped Quinn's shoulder nonchalantly and said, "Nice."She puffed her chest proudly. "I can do this all da