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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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

glance at Stanley, whose calm facade did little to cool her rage. The author of Autumn's Snow was already seated,

thoughts, Stanley rose to

witness this moment, when fiction meets reality. For a year now, most of you have been fans of the work Autumn's Snow," he said, and

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

a wave of cheers from the fans

seemed tense at this moment. She did not get up to greet the crowd when introduced. As she was already sure that she had

end, the author

get to meet Anya. I have loved her work for so long, so it is about time she let me own some," she said cheekily, and the fans

as she spoke of her admiration for Anya's work and her excitement at the prospect of collaborating with her favorite painter. 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

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

through with indifference as she flipped through its pages. Daniel's words echoed in her mind, urging her to read through it carefully. And as she read, her heart sank like a stone. It was true. She had already come to the decision. that Daniel was right all along. But seeing 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 the night before,

to sign, Anya was done looking. She was not

humor them.

the room falling silent as Anya stood tall and cold. Her cold eyes swept over Stanley