Chapter 127

"Be careful," Scarlet Archer whispered from her hospital bed, fingers clutching the sheets. "Nigel Norton is ruthless with connections in both legal and illegal circles. Just accusing him of domestic violence won't hurt him. But now that you've struck him, I fear retaliation..."

She knew that man too well.

Every time she'd called the police before, Nigel would play the model husband in front of officers. Then he'd return home and torment her twice as badly while spreading rumors that she was a shrew.

"I was so naive in my youth, always thinking I wasn't good enough." Scarlet gave a bitter smile. "I worked tirelessly to help with his business, studied management, learned foreign languages—all to be useful so he might treat me better."

And the result?

"He said those were my duties since I co-owned the company." Her voice trembled. "Now when I try to claim my rightful share, he refuses to let go."

Classic emotional abuse.

Evelyn Sinclair listened quietly, fingertips gliding across her phone screen.

"I've known for years he had a mistress and even fathered a son." Scarlet suddenly grasped Evelyn's hand. "I'm so sorry for suspecting you before..."

"It's alright." Evelyn squeezed her icy fingers. "Right now, evidence is what matters most."

"But even with proof, it might not hold up in court." Scarlet's eyes dimmed. "My lawyer says the real battle will be over asset division..."

"Scarlet," Evelyn met her gaze directly, "do you trust me?"

Scarlet froze.

This seemingly delicate young woman had a steadiness in her eyes that inexplicably inspired confidence.

"I trust you!" The words burst from her lips.

Evelyn nodded, raising her phone. "I've already posted the office footage online. Your face is blurred."

"What?" Scarlet's eyes widened. "Didn't you give it to the police?"

"The police have their methods. I have mine." A faint smile touched Evelyn's lips. "Occupational hazard for journalists."

She'd anticipated Nigel's moves. The hidden camera in her bag, the photos on her phone—enough to make that arrogant man choke on his pride.

"Evelyn..." Scarlet's voice cracked. "Winwell Ventures will have your share too."

"Helping you helps myself." Evelyn's expression remained calm. "Just trust me and follow my lead."

Scarlet hesitated. "But will Horizon Media allow this? Nigel is one of their major sponsors..."

"Not through Horizon." Evelyn's lips curved. "My personal account."

That account with barely a dozen followers.

Duan Sheli: [Today witnessed a manufacturing tycoon assaulting his wife of twenty years—the woman who helped build his empire. Abusers need no reason. Police report filed. Received threats. If anything happens to me, this post stands as evidence.]

The attached video clearly showed Nigel Norton's snarling face.

Though her follower count was small, those dozen "casual fans" were anything but ordinary—they were Bianca White's devotees who'd followed Evelyn after the film studio incident.

The moment the post went live, Bianca's fan groups exploded.

Their beloved journalist sister threatened? Unacceptable!

Within an hour, hashtags like #TonggowanCEOAbuse trended. Nigel's dirty laundry got aired publicly, and his company's stock hit the limit-down.

"That bitch!" Nigel hurled his phone across the room. "Damage control tomorrow! Contact Horizon Media—what the hell is their reporter playing at?"

Outfoxed at his own game, he clutched his liver in fury.