Kabit Scandal Novels & Stories

Gabriel smoothly answered the reporters' following questions, and the press conference wrapped up on a positive and harmonious note. Just as it was about to conclude, a reporter suddenly stood up and told Gabriel, "Mr. Hackett, I have one last question." Gabriel maintained his calm smile. "Go ahead." "There's a rumor online claiming that the Galaxy chip launched today was developed using stolen core data from Prospectus Technology's Agihop 6th Gen. How do you respond to these allegations?" Gabriel's smile remained unfazed, his demeanor exuding confidence. "That claim is completely baseless. If there were any evidence, the accusers wouldn't be spreading rumors online—they'd be filing police r

He thought that would be the end of it, but the next day, the video of me confronting Lisa went viral. Of course, the hottest topic was the scandal about David and Henry.

I replied lazily and slide in on backseat beside Kabir who was busy typing something on his laptop. We started driving back once Ryan occupied his seat in front passage seat beside driver, our drive was quite as rave yard no one spoke a word, when something suddenly bother me “AAhhhhe…” I coughed and cleared my throat “Where is my phone?” I questioned Kabir whose eyes were glued to his laptop screen “Seat Cabinet” he said jut two words which were enough for me to known I was supposed to check my seat cabinet, I hurriedly opened my seat cabinet and found my phone and clutch, I quickly unlocked my phone and saw several notification, missed calls and messages Margaret and other escort I knew fr

“Don’t open the app yet.” Ruby’s stomach dropped. “Why?” Zara appeared on her other side, jaw clenched. “Because it’s bad.” That was all it took. Ruby pulled out her phone. The gossip app refreshed on instinct. NEW POST — VERIFIED SOURCE Kingston Family Scandal Brewing? Insider Claims Trouble at St. Celeste. Her heart thudded painfully. She tapped. The post was vague—deliberately so. No names beyond Kingston. No details beyond whispers of “financial misconduct,” “influence abuse,” and “evidence circulating among students.”

Literally and figuratively. Twelve men and women in expensive suits sat around a table worth more than her childhood home. Caleb Wyatt sat at the far end, smirking like the devil himself, while Rafael stood tall beside Lena, eyes hard. “Mr. Blackthorne,” the chairwoman began, “before we move on with quarterly projections, there’s a matter we’ve all been alerted to.” Caleb coughed politely. “Yes, a rather unfortunate discovery. It seems Ms. Carter’s name has appeared on several recent internal authorizations involving sensitive trade activity.”

Gabriel smoothly answered the reporters' following questions, and the press conference wrapped up on a positive and harmonious note. Just as it was about to conclude, a reporter suddenly stood up and told Gabriel, "Mr. Hackett, I have one last question." Gabriel maintained his calm smile. "Go ahead." "There's a rumor online claiming that the Galaxy chip launched today was developed using stolen core data from Prospectus Technology's Agihop 6th Gen. How do you respond to these allegations?" Gabriel's smile remained unfazed, his demeanor exuding confidence. "That claim is completely baseless. If there were any evidence, the accusers wouldn't be spreading rumors online—they'd be filing police r

I tapped out a text from Alex. "Xavier, we need to talk. The situation is dire. You'll want to see this." I felt my stomach twist into knots. I opened one of my news apps, and the headline smacked into my face: "Billionaire Xavier Carter Caught in Scandal: Intimate Photos Leaked." My breath caught. It felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath me.

Whoever did better would get the spot. The day before our evaluation, Sharon approached the guy in charge of the AV room, another one of her admirers, named Scott Buck. They huddled in a corner, whispering for a long time before Sharon handed him a USB drive. At that moment, the comments went wild. "Here it comes! Sharon gave Scott a virus. Once Cassandra plugs in her USB, her laptop will run automatically. "This won't just crash her computer. The virus will cause indecent videos to pop up! Haha, it'll ruin that nerd's reputation!"

Mandy stood in front of the main screen, looking perfectly made up and without a single wrinkle in her dress. Meanwhile, my hospital gown was soaked with cold sweat. The skin beneath my collarbone was raw and inflamed from the monitoring pads being ripped off and reapplied over and over. She turned on the screen. "Thank you all for coming. We're here today to deal with an ugly scandal that's been festering in this rehab center for years," she said. So-called rebate agreements and offshore transfer records flashed onto the display.

Kane’s POV I pushed past Richard back into the boardroom, and the scene that greeted me was chaos. Every board member had their phone up, scrolling, faces shifting between horror and disbelief, the low murmur of nine conversations happening at once. “It’s everywhere,” Diane said, not looking up from her screen. “Financial Times. Bloomberg. It’s already trending.” “Turn on the television,” I said. Someone did. The wall screen flickered to life on a cable news chyron reading WHITMORE DYNASTY SCANDAL: DECADES-OLD COVER-UP EXPOSED, a reporter standing outside our building already, cameras flashing behind her.