Novel & Cerita Jennifer Ngo Leak

"We will not take questions about Noah. He is five years old and he is not here and this is not his press conference." A hand went up immediately. Sarah Jenkins. The journalist who had interviewed us five years ago. The one with the soft interviews that were actually tactical interrogations. She had been fed a false story five years ago. She was here now. Her expression was not the tactical interrogation expression. It was something else. Something that looked like a journalist who had spent five years wondering about the story she had been part of and was now looking at the real version of it. "Ms. Vance," she said. "The piece you published through Hidden Stitch. The one that went viral las

“There’s more.” He pulls out a second envelope. And when he opens it… My blood runs cold. Photos. Documents. Screenshots. Not of Ethan. Not of me. Of him. Seojun. Outside our building. Near HR. Speaking to reporters. Sending messages to a private account. Ethan’s eyes sharpen. “What is that?” Mr. Choi sighs. “We believe the leak may not have come from inside.” Silence crashes, heavy and dangerous. “Someone,” he says slowly, “is trying to damage you. Both of you.”

A second figure emerged from a car across the street, calling Jennifer’s name in a bright, false voice, asking for comment on the Kane family shooting and her relationship with both Carter Blackwood and Gerald Kane. Gerald reacted instantly. His hand settled at the small of her back, firm and guiding, steering her toward the car with his body angled to block the clearest shots. Jennifer kept her face neutral and her eyes forward. The questions followed them like thrown stones—accusations dressed as curiosity, implications about money and sex and revenge. Only when the car doors closed and the locks engaged did Jennifer let out the breath she had been holding. Gerald’s hands were tight on the

Anaïs watched from the shadows. “She reminds me of you,” he said softly. “Not just the stubbornness. The way she stares when she’s thinking.” Anaïs sat across from him. “I think she’s better than both of us.” Cassian nodded. “She’ll need to be. To survive what’s coming.” Julien entered, dragging a pelican case across the floor and cracking it open. The ledger. The drive. Two hard copies of the blackmail files. One final card. “We go public tonight,” Julien said. “A data leak this big—worldwide eyes will be on us. They won’t be able to silence it.”

“I want to watch him burn, and you two are the only ones who can do it.” Celeste met his gaze, her resolve solidifying. “We will.” Back at Sinclair Tower, the team got to work. Lena and Nolan prepared a controlled leak, flipping the engagement scandal on its head. Instead of denying it, Celeste and Damien embraced it. They released personal footage of their genuine moments together, completely disproving Calloway’s claims. They counter-leaked emails showing Calloway’s attempts to control her career, and finally, they hinted at a major exposé coming soon.

What made her happiest was that after Amanda stormed out of their banquet that night, she hadn’t returned to the Schmidt family since. This morning, Jennifer had been scrolling happily through the news—until she saw her transaction history with the marketing company exposed online. Her good mood instantly crashed. And then her phone rang. The call was from the manager. She picked up furiously. “Hey, I paid you to do a job—not to sell me out! How the hell did my transaction records get leaked?! I thought your firm was known for airtight confidentiality?” Jennifer’s voice trembled with fury. If Benjamin saw this… how could she ever become Mrs. Schmidt? She could only pray that Benjamin was too

Mila stepped forward, leaning closer to her microphone. Her voice was warm, confident, and perfectly professional, completely commanding the room. "My name is Mila Santiago," she stated proudly. "Up until an hour ago, I was a junior sports agent at Prime Sports Agency. And yes, the photograph that is about to be leaked at midnight is real. It features myself and Jax Kingston in a private, consensual moment." The media room exploded into shouting. Questions were being yelled from every direction. Did you break league rules? Did you sleep with him for a contract?

“Knew what?” There was a beat of silence. Then Landon whispered it. “He uncovered everything.” A cold slid through me. “Explain.” “He found the archives. The recordings. The accounts. The mayor’s private drives. He’s—he’s leaked them.” The car seemed to shrink around me. “What exactly did he leak?” I asked quietly. “The videos,” Landon croaked. “All of them. The girls. The meetings. The transfers. It’s everywhere. Social media. Private groups. It’s spreading.” My pulse did not spike.

“I suppose you’ve seen the news, Gideon.” “I have.” He stepped inside but didn’t fully enter the personal space of the room. “I’ve traced the source of the video leak. The file was uploaded through a series of proxies, but the original metadata points to a device registered to Silhouette’s PR department. It was sent to the news station anonymously at 4:17 AM.” I blinked, the gears in my battered mind grinding. “Silhouette? But… they hired Leo to steal designs. Why leak this? Why the personal attack?”

My phone suddenly beeped. Ned: Have u seen the news on TV?! My brows creasing as I read his text. Me: Busy with work lately so I haven't seen the news on TV. Why? Ned: Audrey's video scandal got leaked! Did you see it already? Is it the one on your phone? Did you leak it??? My eyes widened from my eye sockets by the news. How was it even leaked?