Novel & Cerita Jennifer Ngo Leak

“I’m with Giovanni.” “Okay. I’m glad.” A pause, brief and careful. “I need to tell you something and I’m going to be direct, alright?” My hand tightens around the phone. “Okay.” “There’s been a leak,” she says. “An anonymous source contacted multiple outlets. They have details about the kidnapping. There’s also details about what happened afterward.” My brain stutters like it’s buffering. “What?” I manage.

The office was now in a complete mess. Based on the phone call, Jeanette found out that the materials from the video shoot with Mimi had been leaked to the public, even though the promotional video was still in production! Worst of all, after an investigation, the company discovered that Jeanette was in charge of managing those materials. In other words, it was highly likely that she had leaked those materials! As soon as she arrived at the office, Mr. Lindon was filled with an urge to smash his phone into her face. However, he contained himself out of consideration that she was the wife of the Godfrey Group’s CEO and that he simply couldn't afford to cross her.

“Your confession… is already in the hands of every major news outlet.” A young officer handed me my phone, which had been collected as evidence and quickly returned. The screen was lit up with a barrage of notifications—dozens of missed calls from LJ, texts from frantic friends, and news alerts. I tapped the screen. The headline was from a major network. “LEGAL ICON GWEN GONZALEZ CONFESSES TO MURDER IN BOMBSHELL RECORDING.” Below it was a video player. With a trembling finger, I pressed play.

I said and she nodded and squeezed my hand tight. " Um... " Anna clears her throat as she stands at the door entrance, Heedah releases my hand immediately and concentrates on the injury, " Sorry for interrupting but we have a bit of an issue " She let out a sigh. " What's the issue? " I raised a brow " There has been another leak, check your phone " She sighs and I pick my phone from the stool next to me, the video of Anna and I at the restaurant had been leaked, a smile escaped my lips,

Needing answers, I ignored the jabs and sneers still being tossed my way. Bursting through the doors, I hastily located an outlet and crouched down to plug in my dead phone. Please let this nightmare have some kind of reasonable explanation buried in here... Sure enough, as the device powered on my phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. I accepted it cautiously, pressing the phone to my ear. "Hello?" "Trent Donovan?" An authoritative female voice rang out on the other end. "This is Nicole Wong with Channel 8 News. We have a few questions for you regarding the leaked video that's gone viral..."

"You must be Elena. I've heard a lot about you." "Good things, I hope," I said weakly. "Complicated things," Jennifer corrected with a slight smile. Which is why I'm here. Shall we sit? We returned to the library, and Jennifer opened her briefcase, pulling out several folders. I've reviewed the situation. The leaked email, the press coverage, the anonymous harassment campaign, Marcus Reed's involvement. This is messy, but it's not unmanageable. "What do you recommend?" Damien asked. "First, we need to establish the facts," Jennifer said. Elena, I need you to be completely honest with me. Is your relationship with Damien consensual?

The next morning brought Claire’s message. One word: “Compromised.” At the law office, Claire stood beside Erin, her jaw locked, eyes dark. “Someone on the team leaked the deposition questions to Whitlock’s lawyer.” Jason swore. Cassandra went still. Erin added, “We’ve narrowed it to someone who accessed the file remotely at 3:42 a.m.” She turned the screen. The IP address matched one used earlier that week. By someone who’d claimed to be backing up case documents. Associate Attorney – Jenna Knox.

“We get your father. We get out. We don’t engage with Victor unless we have to.” “What if he’s there?” “Then we deal with him.” Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again. And again. A deluge of texts flooded in from Chloe, Jennifer, and numbers I didn’t recognize. All of them contained the same link. My blood went cold. “What is it?” Elena asked. I opened the first link. It was a gossip site. TMZ. The headline made my stomach drop through the floor. BREAKING: BILLIONAIRE'S BEDROOM SECRETS EXPOSED Video footage leaked shows Adrian Blackwood and wife Elena in explicit encounter

"I don't give a damn about the lobby noise, Noah. My international networks just intercepted an encrypted data trace from the northern checkpoints. Chloe’s family is trying to leak a set of altered financial files to the press to frame your firm for corporate espionage. I came here to give you the original broadcast keys before they launch the smear campaign." Julian leaned down lower, his face inches from Noah’s ear, his voice dropping into a low, possessive baritone that vibrated with raw passion. "Vance Sterling might have the money to buy your grandfather's watch, Noah, but his lawyers can't stop a global print leak. My cameras are the only shield that can keep your reputation untouched

Then, I appeared in the audience. After receiving a signal from Samuel, Justin immediately pointed at me and shouted dramatically, "Hey, look! Isn't that Levi Young, the former employee who leaked corporate secrets? How do you still have the nerve to show up here?" The second he yelled that out, guests all around us turned to scrutinize me. I took a deep breath and pointed toward Samuel, who stood under the spotlight onstage. "Mr. Cooper, we talked about this before. What exactly will you do if I can prove I never leaked corporate secrets?"