Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 182

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This was no longer just a battle for Alexander or Emma, it had grown into a full–scale war between two powerful corporations, Blackthorn Holdings and W2 Holdings, united to bring Annie down.

Their legal teams, having combined their knowledge, resources, and expertise, brought together shocking amounts of evidence of Annie’s wrongdoing that painted the most horrible of pictures of scheming and manipulations.

The press conference had proved to be a turning point. To Emma and Alexander’s relief, it had far surpassed expectations. The public, which once had fallen for Annie’s manipulation, now began to see her for what she really was. Most surprising of all, people who had earlier been silenced by Annie through threats or money started to come forward. They began telling one by one their stories, with further evidence of her web of deceit.

The conference room was strained but resolute in atmosphere. Emma sat at one head of the table, Alexander at the other. Between them, their legal teams had amassed enough evidence–emails, bank transactions, witness statements, and more–the list went on and on.

Emma flipped through the latest set of documents, her fingers trembling with a mixture of disgust and disbelief at the extent of Annie’s corruption. She was a monster, an animal in human skin.

Alexander glanced at her across the table, his jaw clenching down on thoughts of all that Emma had suffered at Annie’s hand.

• picking it up. It was an email from

  reading this, it means I’m dead. And Annie is the one responsible. To understand why, click the

  phishing or hacking attempts. But something

  erotica footage, and almost immediately, loud, unmistakable moans erupted from the speakers of her phone. Emma froze, her

  turned toward her, their shock

  lower the volume, her hands shaking. But it was too late, the damage was done.

  gaze bore into her, flabbergasted.

  every person in this room was on her. She rose to her

  at all. The muscle of his jaw was knotted and his fists were clenched on

  a minute. She held up her phone. “It’s… an anonymous e–mail. Some person sent them to me–those videos.

  the tension, and Alexander’s frown deepened, his elbows landing on his knees.

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