Chapter 308

Wendy West collapsed onto the floor, her face ashen.

She never imagined her carefully laid scheme would end like this.

The hush money promised by Isabella Winslow had vanished into thin air. That fortune could have secured her escape, silenced all wagging tongues.

But now...

"Evelyn!" She suddenly lunged forward, clutching Evelyn Sinclair's legs. "I was wrong! I truly regret it!"

Police officers swiftly pulled her away.

Evelyn gazed coldly at her once-arrogant colleague, now kowtowing with bloodied forehead.

"My elderly parents depend on me... The mortgage, the car payments..." Wendy's forehead was smeared crimson. "Please show mercy..."

"So," Evelyn's voice remained steady, "that justifies harming others?"

Wendy trembled violently.

"The law treats everyone equally." Evelyn turned to the Kingsley Group's legal team with a nod. "Let's go."

The lawyers split into two groups. One accompanied Evelyn to the police station while the other stormed Horizon Media's legal department.

"We need evidence regarding your forged cease-and-desist letters."

The legal staff turned deathly pale.

When Evelyn returned to the company, Horizon Media was in upheaval.

"Evelyn!" Sophie rushed over excitedly. "Mr. Lee's been stripped of power! Mr. Sullivan just axed half the company!"

She handed over a list densely packed with Lee faction members.

Xavier Stapleton's entire team had been purged.

"Oh," Sophie lowered her voice, "Mr. Sullivan wants to see you immediately."

Outside the CEO's office, Evelyn encountered Hugo Lee.

The man's eyes burned with venomous hatred, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

Evelyn didn't spare him a glance, pushing straight into Vincent Sullivan's office.

"You're here." Vincent smiled, extending a gilded invitation. "Next week's family banquet—you must attend."

Evelyn opened the card. Ocean Palace, Kingsbury's most exclusive venue, booked for the entire day.

The Sullivans were making up for twenty years of neglect in one grand gesture.

"Roman's recovering well?" She closed the invitation.

"He'll be discharged next week." Vincent's eyes softened. "I'll have him continue working under you."

He paused, growing serious. "I'm assembling a dedicated team for your new interview program."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Lee's faction—"

"He's finished." Vincent's smile turned icy. "The forged documents case is airtight."

The older man massaged his temples wearily. "Twenty years... I was blind for so long."

Evelyn lowered her gaze.

A question hovered on her lips.

"Uncle Vincent," she finally said, "how did you and Mr. Lee... meet?"

"University classmates." Vincent sighed deeply. "Decades of friendship, and yet..."

Evelyn pressed her lips together, leaving the rest unasked.

Some truths, she knew, she'd have to uncover herself.