The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 57

Chapter 57 Deceived Chapter 57: Deceived.

With trembling hands, Anya reached into her bag and pulled out the document Daniel had given her the night before, her eyes scanning the words on the page with a frown. As she read through the clause about the copyrights of her work being transferred to the writer of Autumn's Snow, her eyes narrowed dangerously If she had been played this long, it would be too shameful. She hoped Daniel was wrong, but she doubted it. Her husband was rarely wrong, unless he had to throw his wife out while she was grieving.

By the time she arrived at the hotel, Anya's nerves were stretched to their breaking point. But for some reason, her hands had been shaking with a mixture of fear and uncertainty and stilled. As she stepped out of the car and into the bustling lobby. A frown immediately seized her face as she realized that the hotel was oddly packed with people. Was there an event going

on?

Anya frowned in suspicion as she made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the surrounding faces. Something told her she had walked into a trap.

She squared her shoulders and marched inside. Her bodyguards flagged both sides of her, making a way through the crowd for her to pass. She was suddenly grateful she had come with them. But as the crown gathered and walked towards what seemed to be the hall where she was supposed to do her signing, her stomach dropped. It can't be that they are here for the signing, right? Stanley would not go so far as to throw her to a crowd, right? She felt the urge to turn around and walk away. But when she realized how much effort they had put in to get her here, she wanted to look them in the eye. Her fear was suddenly gone.

The grand entrance of the hotel loomed before Anya, its marble floors polished to a shine, and its chandeliers twinkling with a thousand lights. But as she stepped into the opulent lobby, she felt nothing but absolute confidence. The presence of press coverage for the signing of the contract with Stanley's company was an unexpected twist, one that usually would have sent a wave of anxiety crashing over her. But for some reason, she was calm. Her eyes were cool and detached.

She had never agreed to sign the contract in front of the press or the fans of Autumn's Snow.

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away now, yet here she was, being escorted by the hotel staff to lier seat beside Stanley and the author of Autumn Snow, Autumn Hanson. When she saw the two of them, she recalled what Daniel had told her about them. She almost sneered at their smiling faces. She hoped completely that she was wrong. She may have been alone before, but she now has her husband's money behind her. If they had really dared to target

cloak. She stole a glance at Stanley, whose calm facade did little

her thoughts, Stanley rose to address

reality. For a year now, most of you have been fans of the work

Anya," his voice rang out clear and confident, his words painting a picture of success. "We are happy to welcome Anya to our team; we wish for happy cooperation. Our autumn games and animations will be spearheaded

a wave of cheers from the fans and directing

sense that Stanley seemed tense at this moment. She did not get up to greet the crowd when introduced. As

end, the author of Autumn's Snow took

is about time she let me own some," she said cheekily, and the fans laughed with her, "Thank you, Anya, for this opportunity," she

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm washing over Anya like a tidal wave. A very cold, freezing wave. Her words were so misleading. It may look like it was just pure fun, but if they succeeded in taking over copyright, these words could be interpreted as Anya willingly handed her painting over. Anya felt the urge to get up and slap that smile off her face, but she held

and unfeeling even till the contract to be signed was placed before her and

it with her own eyes was different. She glanced at her lawyer, Mr. Hanson, and his subordinate standing behind them and suppressed a sneer. The contract was identical to the fraudulent one Daniel had shown her

pen was placed before her to sign, Anya was done looking. She was not

humor them.

eyes turned to her, the room falling silent as Anya stood tall and cold.