Elizabeth Olsen Scandal の小説・ストーリー

Elsie's eyes widened and she scooted forward on her seat. “Hey, did they just say that Oliver Lance fired his sponsorship manager?” Elsie asked the driver. He nodded. “Yeah, apparently. It's weird. Two days ago they were dating and now he's fired her. Sometimes I wonder why this sort of thing makes headlines. I think the media should just leave people alone.”

She held her chest and stared at Ethan. “I love you so much. Just why did you do this?”. Ethan didn't answer her and scoffed. “You have already overstayed. Get out, or I will call security, and I bet it wouldn't look good for you.” She stood up, looked at Ethan, who gave her a taunting grin and walked away from the office. To worsen it, Ethan's subsequent apologies and plea for forgiveness to his wife, showing a dedicated and remorseful husband, only fueled the public outrage. Ethan was a secretive person; nobody knew his house, his favorite food, and his personal number. The public only knows his family and birthday.

I just stayed in that spot. Just as I was getting so absorbed with everything, Lizzy poked her head into my office. "Elinna, we have a situation," she said. I didn't look up at first. “Whatever it is, I'm sure you can deal with it.” I heard her come in. “Not this time.” Giving in, I looked up at her and I didn't like the look on her face. "What is it? Did those damn reporters cause another scandal?” She snorted before shaking her head.

I watched his eyes scan the forged signatures, the falsified records, all the proof we needed to bury Richard. "Elizabeth's trapped," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "If Richard knows about the chip, he'll destroy her to protect himself." Robert's wide-screen TV murmured behind him always on, always tuned to news he barely watched. Until now. I don't know what made me look. Maybe the flicker of movement. Maybe instinct. Mom's face filled the screen. The remote was in my hand before I remembered reaching for it. Volume surged. 'Elizabeth Ross, former financial secretary of Cops Industries, has been formally accused of embezzlement and fraud totaling over fifty million dollars.

Samuel Ren raised a glass of wine. Maya looked at the wine, a mocking smile on her face. "You really have a bad memory of me. You know very well that your favorite woman is the one who likes it. I'm allergic to peach-scented wine." "Oh, I remember you drinking this with me in the past." "That was to please you." Maya didn't want to dwell on her foolishness; she began discussing the main issue that brought her here. "CEO Ren, you intentionally involved me in this scandal, didn't you? After ruining my life and heart, you're still unsatisfied and want to destroy my career?"

she asked, although panic had already begun to rise inside her. Jane looked at her steadily. "The incident at the theater involving Director Vivienne, when those photographs were leaked. You were the one behind it, weren't you?" Before Eliza could deny it, Jane continued. "There's no need to rush into denying it. CEO Ashford would never make an accusation without confirming the facts first." The color drained from Eliza's face. Jane took another sip of her coffee before adding quietly, "You've also been in contact with Mason and Grayson." Eliza's breathing became uneven.

"Elizabeth, stop. This isn't helping." Tom guided Elizabeth away, his expression firm. "Sorry, Evelyn," Tom whispered, as they escorted Elizabeth out. My smile had vanished, replaced by unease. A chill settled in, my mind racing with Elizabeth's ominous threat. What did she mean? What happened? My confusion deepened. "What's going on? Why is Elizabeth so angry with me?" I asked Rachel. Rachel's expression turned sympathetic. "It's not about you, Evelyn. Elizabeth's facing a scandal." Tom nodded in agreement. "Her affair with that married investor was exposed. The wife found out and went public."

"Michael, who signed the contract not long ago, also offended Eliza and stopped renewing the contract with Lawson's Group!" "Also, the two artists I invested in before, one of them couldn't come back because of the scandal, and the other couldn't recover because he had a relationship with Eliza,..." "Why is it so difficult for me..." If someone got some photos to slander Eliza, the computer would be blacked out by the hacker! Listening to her daughter's crying, Presley's heart ached. She raised her hand and patted Esme on the back. "Esme, are you telling the truth?"

She found cracks. One of Elias’s companies had been involved in a scandal—fraud, embezzlement, a cover-up. It hadn’t made headlines, but the evidence was there. Celeste presented it to him. “You want a seat at the table?” she said. “Then we’ll talk. But if you push, this goes public.” Elias stared at her. “You’re ruthless.” Celeste smiled. “I’m protective.” The deal. In the end, Elias agreed to a compromise.