Faced with this question, Amy hushed him. "Those kinds of powerful people aren't for us to speculate about. In this world, if you want to make money, do more and ask less."Seemingly worried she'd sounded too distant, she quickly added, "Never mind about what those big shots think - how would people like us know? Let's just do our job. Look, this is a hundred thousand! Do you know how much we can buy with this?"Dan ignored her question and pressed on, "But what's that lady's ultimate goal?"This time Amy didn't hold back. "I don't really know all the details. I just know she wants me to insist Sarah's a homewrecker, and she said she'd help with everything else."The video continued with Amy and Dan discussing other private matters, but nothing could match the impact of what had just been revealed.Scarlett turned off her phone screen. "Did everyone record that?"The reporters exchanged glances, looking at Amy with obvious contempt.Amy collapsed to the ground in disbelief. How
Sarah was still thinking about what Scarlett had said earlier. "What's this about Zachary?" she asked quietly.Scarlett looked uncomfortable. "Steven gave me the video and sent me to help you. I made up that part about Mr. Reynolds.”"Made it up? That was bold." Sarah drew in a sharp breath.Scarlett shrugged it off. "Why do you think Steven got this video? Zachary ordered it. Pretty expensive too - cost a million.”Sarah felt confused by all this, but any mention of Zachary made her reluctant to ask more."Sasa, you should have let me come earlier. A good slap is exactly what someone like her needs!" Scarlett fumed.Mia finally noticed something was wrong. "Sarah, what happened? Did that woman cause more trouble?"Scarlett jumped in eagerly. "Mia, you should have seen how cool I was! I gave her a solid slap..."She retold the story with extra flair, leaving Mia wide-eyed."What?! You had all this excitement without me?" Mia pouted."I didn't know Scarlett was coming." Sara
Amy never imagined her vision of love could shatter so violently. She wondered if the Dan she'd loved had never shown his true nature before, making this moment of brutal honesty almost impossible to bear."Dan, how can you say such things? I was with you even before I married Henry. After that incident... I barely recovered, and now you're saying you don't know whose child this is? Why else would I divorce Henry if not to be with you?" Amy's eyes filled with tears.Only those we love most know exactly where to stick the knife to cause the most pain. She couldn't accept Dan speaking to her this way.Dan continued packing, barely paying attention. "You divorced Henry because three years ago he...""Shut up!" Amy screamed. She couldn't believe Dan would be so callous about such a sensitive matter."Face it, Amy. You did all this to get revenge on Henry for what he did. I was just a tool." Dan sneered.Amy clutched her child, choking back tears. "Say what you want about me, but how
"Stay away from me. I never want to see your face again!"BANG!The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through Amy's broken heart.Just yesterday they'd been loving and everything had been perfect. How had it all fallen apart in a single night?Thirty minutes later, Dan emerged with his bags. He gave Amy and the child one cold glance before walking away."Dan! How can you be so cruel?" Amy sobbed.She watched him disappear into the distance, never once looking back, not even at his own child.Wiping her tears, she hugged her crying son. She had to stay strong for him.But where could they go now? The world suddenly felt very big and very empty.As they were about to leave, several middle-aged men appeared and escorted them away.Back at Adams University, the reporters had vanished as if the whole scandal had been just a bad dream. Sarah's reputation was restored, the forum threads were cleared, and Professor Letito was back teaching.Sarah walked into school with Mia, who
None of the watching students dared intervene. They just stood there, most filming with their phones.Professor Letito had been absent during the earlier incidents, but now he stood face to face with Amy.The scene was deeply ironic. Just days ago, Amy had been the aggressive one, playing the victim while painting Henry as the villain.Now the tables had turned, yet Henry looked at Amy with a mix of sympathy and guilt.Something about that look struck Sarah as odd. This situation seemed more complicated than it appeared.The woman's eyes were filled with despair and resignation, nothing like her previous aggressive behavior.Gone was her hunger for money - she seemed to have accepted her fate.Henry's mother continued, "Henry, she wronged you and the whole family. We won't let someone like her get away with this. Your father and I saw the interview - she took your house, our life savings were in there. We're getting everything back, plus compensation!"The woman remained silent
Henry's father grew impatient. "What are you waiting for? Pull him away!"Several relatives tried to remove Henry and take Amy away, but Henry, usually so gentle, suddenly exploded with strength, pushing two men down and returning to Amy's side.Sarah noticed Henry's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.Amy glared at him with hatred, screaming hysterically. "Get out, Henry! Get out of my life forever! Just go!"She screamed as if with her last breath, her rage so intense that even Sarah felt her desperation."I'm sorry, Amy." Henry slowly turned, giving her one last look - the way someone looks at their love for the final time.Sarah watched this strange scene. Henry should be the angry one, so why was he the one feeling guilty?What had happened between them?As she pondered this, several people in the crowd erupted again."I'm the one who wronged Amy! I'm the one who hurt her!" Henry burst into tears."Amy never had an affair! She never betrayed me. I'm the one who vio
Henry's parents looked panicked. "Don't make things up!""You threatened to tell everyone what Henry did to me if I didn't agree to marry him. How else could I have refused?" Amy shouted in rage.Sarah finally understood why Amy had said Henry wasn't fit to be a teacher. But even knowing her story, it didn't justify hurting others.What mattered more to Sarah now was whether Amy would reveal Vivian's involvement.The situation had become a complete spectacle, especially compared to Amy's aggressive behavior days ago.The most shocking twist was how the original victim had become the villain, while the supposed villain was now revealed as the true victim.Sarah remained silent, unsure what to say as she watched people trying to get past Henry to grab Amy, while he desperately held them back.Behind him, Amy swayed unsteadily, clutching her child, suddenly inspiring sympathy in those watching. People seemed to have forgotten her recent actions.Henry's mother slapped him twice, b
In the office, through the clamor, Dean Larson finally understood the situation and gave Sarah a meaningful look.Sarah understood, stepping out briefly with her phone.No matter what Henry's parents said, Amy remained silent, smiling at the dean while occasionally shooting venomous glances at Henry."Professor Letito, is what Ms. Gabble said true?" Dean Larson frowned.Henry didn't try to hide anything, nodding. "It's all my fault. Amy bears no responsibility.""This appears to be a criminal matter. If Ms. Gabble agrees, we should involve the police. And of course, the school cannot keep a professor like this - Professor Letito will be dismissed," Dean Larson said calmly.Henry's parents froze, not expecting such serious consequences.“No! This is all a misunderstanding. My son didn't break any laws. They were legally married - he's not some criminal!" Henry's mother pleaded.Sarah spoke up, "Ma'am, I must inform you that forcing a woman through violence or coercion is rape. A
As Zachary approached slowly, Sarah wanted to escape, but unfortunately, she had the will but not the ability.The hillside was damp, making the dirt path slippery.She had no strength to resist as he lifted her up in his arms. "Put me down, Zachary! Let me go!""You can't walk," he replied, carrying her with steady steps."Even if I can't walk, I don't need your help! Don't forget, you have a fiancée now!"Zachary's eyes darkened. She really knew how to bring up the most uncomfortable topics.The man had just been in a fight, and his clothes were somewhat disheveled, which only added to his wild nature. His entire presence radiated a dangerous charm.Sarah couldn't help stealing several glances at him. Though she kept telling herself not to fall for him, her heartbeat still involuntarily lost its rhythm.Back at the dormitory, Zachary carefully placed her on the bed and arranged the blankets for her.Sarah frowned, staring at him as she voiced her suspicion. "I never told you
Charlie was now recovering his senses. He pushed himself up from the ground, feeling a sour, aching pain in his stomach."Zach, why did you hit me?" Charlie asked, his eyes wide with disbelief."Hitting you is getting off easy," Zachary replied coldly.Charlie ignored him and lunged toward Sarah.In that split second, everything changed. Sarah fell to the ground, her foot slipping badly, twisting her ankle.She cried out in pain as she sat on the ground, gripping her ankle tightly. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead."Sarah, what happened? Did you twist your ankle?" Zachary asked anxiously.He immediately rushed to Sarah, crouched down to examine her ankle, and reached out to touch it."Don't touch me!" Sarah jerked away instinctively, sitting on the ground clutching her ankle.Charlie gave the two of them a long, searching look. He had long suspected there was something unusual between them.Zachary's expression darkened, looking rather menacing in the gloomy weath
Her story seemed fine on the surface, but when examined closely, there were major holes. Sarah began to feel uneasy and was about to stop.The little girl immediately looked panicked and avoided Sarah's gaze. She clutched the edge of her shirt tightly and asked cautiously, "Are you not going to take me home anymore?"Those clear, innocent eyes were enough to make Sarah waver, and indeed, she felt her resolve weakening."Sweetie, tell me exactly where on the hillside your home is," she suddenly asked.The little girl's eyes darted around nervously. She lowered her gaze for a long time, thinking hard before looking up with tears in her eyes. “Missy, we're almost there. Look over there—where there's smoke rising, that's my home."Looking into the distance, Sarah could indeed see a wisp of smoke rising from partway up the hillside. Through the dense forest, she could only make out a faint white shadow.It wasn't too far from where they stood, but it wasn't particularly close either.
Even when mealtime arrived, not a single worker put down their tasks."Alright everyone, take a break. Today I'm treating you all to something special," Sarah called out, clapping her hands as she walked through the doorway. Several food carts loaded with sandwiches, pasta, and fresh salads followed behind her.The delicious aroma of hot food drifted through the air. Only then did the workers realize how hungry they were. They jumped up excitedly, shouting, "Thank you, Miss Sanders!"Seeing the joyful atmosphere in the factory, Sarah felt the tension she'd carried all day begin to ease.She wasn't very hungry, so she decided to step outside for some fresh air.While looking around aimlessly, she unexpectedly spotted a pair of timid eyes peering at her from behind a rock.Sarah walked over curiously.Behind the rock was a little girl with a dirty face and clothes that had been torn in several places by tree branches."Hello there, little one. What are you doing here?" Sarah crou
Sarah's lips curved into a slight smile. "Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you. I'm moving to the dormitory near the factory today, so you won't have to worry about me anymore.""You're moving out?" Charlie's eyes widened in surprise."No way." After processing what she said, he rushed over and forcefully grabbed the suitcase from her hands."What are you doing?" Sarah glared at him angrily. "Give me back my suitcase."Charlie laughed coldly. "I can give it back, but nothing in this world is free. You've lived here for so long—you should at least pay some rent."Hearing this, Sarah calmed down. "How much do you want?"Charlie thought Sarah had agreed, so he quickly held up five fingers. "At least this much."Sarah asked, "Five thousand?"Charlie shook his head. "At least fifty thousand."Sarah covered her mouth and laughed."What's so funny?" Charlie threw the suitcase to the floor, angry and impatient. "I'm telling you, don't think I'm joking. Today, if you don't pay up, yo
Zachary smirked as he watched Charlie, amused by his outlandish claims. The poor fool was so wrapped up in his fantasies of wealth that he completely missed the mockery in Zachary's eyes.But as they say, no plan survives contact with reality.Charlie never imagined his schemes would collapse before they even got off the ground."How could I lose?" Charlie stared blankly at the dice on the gambling table, unable to believe what was happening.The noisy sounds of the gambling den faded away as his mind blocked them out. His ears heard nothing, and everything around him became a blur."Hey, are you playing or not? If not, get out of the way. You're blocking the table," someone shoved him aside.Charlie was like a mad dog now, ready to snap at anyone.He turned around angrily, about to lash out, when he saw Zachary standing calmly in the crowd as if nothing had happened.That made sense—after all, it was his money that was lost.Realizing this, Charlie couldn't contain the anger
"Six million… Where the hell am I supposed to get six million?!"The factory’s demand had nearly scared Charlie senseless. But even faced with that staggering number, not once did it cross his mind to end it all. Guys like him—the ones who never took responsibility—were always the ones clinging to life the hardest, like their sole purpose was to drag others down with them.Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes lit up like he'd just grabbed hold of his last lifeline. He muttered to himself, voice shaky but growing in conviction, “Wait, no... there’s still one person. We’re brothers. He wouldn’t just leave me like this.”Zachary had seen this coming from a mile away—he just didn’t think it would take Charlie this long to show up.Now here he was, on his knees, groveling.Zachary leaned forward slightly, one brow raised, voice cold enough to cut glass. “Charlie. Give me one good reason I should help you.”Some people only learned when they were shoved to the edge. And with someone like Charl
After hanging up the phone, Manager Sullivan carelessly packed up a few of his things and left the factory.East Coast. Melvin sat in his office, staring at the email Mr. Lambert had just sent. The entire timeline was laid out—every detail, every suspicion, all the context. He read it twice, barely blinking.He never imagined his mother would go this far behind his back, meddling in the West Ridge factory like this.Then again, maybe he should’ve seen it coming.Three years ago, when Sarah handed him control of the Sanders Group, his mother had already started revealing her true intentions—dropping hints, making comments, all nudging him toward taking over. But there was no need to seize anything. Sarah never wanted power. From day one, she’d made it clear she had no interest in running the company. She wanted to be a psychologist. The company had been a burden she was more than ready to pass on.So what was the point? Did it really matter who held what shares?He’d fought bit
“Stop right there.” Manager Sullivan raised a hand, cutting Sarah off. “Miss Sanders, you can twist a story all you want, but you don’t get to throw around accusations like that. Damaging company property? That’s a serious charge—I won’t stand for it. I’ve worked at this factory for years, always by the book. You really think I’d sabotage the company’s equipment?”Sarah didn’t reply right away, but Mr. Lambert stepped forward, his tone sharp. “So you’re saying you had no idea this happened? That Charlie made it all up to frame you?”Manager Sullivan nodded eagerly, latching onto the narrative. “Exactly! Charlie’s got a long history in this factory. Always looking for shortcuts, always stirring up trouble. He’s hated me for years. I’ve been trying to fire him forever. It makes perfect sense that he’d want revenge. That man’s a mess—gambling, drinking, drugs—you name it. He’s up to his neck in debt. He begged me for money and I said no. So now he’s spinning lies to take me down? Please