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Christian turned sharply toward Ilda as the heavy accusation hung in the air like smoke refusing to clear. His eyes locked

on hers in disbelief.

"Ilda..." he muttered, almost unable to process it. “How could your clearance be involved in this?”

Ilda blinked, then suddenly let out a soft, dismissive laugh — one that felt strangely forced, like a veil covering something darker.

“What are you even saying?” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear and flashing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Christian is my soon-to-be husband… and the father of my unborn baby.” She placed a gentle hand over her stomach. “Why on earth would I betray us like that?”

Murmurs broke out again across the boardroom. Christian was still frozen, his mind clouded.

But Mrs. Felicity wasn’t done. She stepped forward boldly, her voice firm.

“Ma’am,” she said, eyes directly on Ilda, “with all due respect, ever since you resumed work in this company, strange things have been happening. From unauthorized fil
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