The Queen They Buried

Chapter 207

Emery wondered, ‘How could anyone else know about this? Wasn’t his wife already gone? How did these broke, backwater peasants even get to Rithol? How did they find journalists?’

His head snapped toward Bowen, who lounged in his seat, watching with cold amusement. Emery snarled, “You did this?”

Bowen raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, this wasn’t my doing.”

Bowen came here to stop Emery from sweeping this under the rug, but he clearly overestimated Emery. Emery had crumbled without him lifting a finger.

Reporters, blocked from reaching Emery, turned on the nearby Rosepoly staff instead.

Rosepoly Group’s annual gala was live-streamed.

Even before the media could report on it, the news had already gone viral online.

Online platforms were swamped with viral reports of Rosepoly Group’s deadly negligence, right at the height of Christmas. The news sparked outrage among blue-collar workers like Logan. Though they were strangers, the shared bitter fate and heartbreak hit home, as any one of them could have been next.

This time, there was no way even the Wilson Group could bury this.

Aubree lounged back, watching Rosepoly Group’s annual gala descend into chaos on the livestream. ‘An unscrupulous company that harms both others and itself really ought to go bankrupt sooner rather than later.’

She sent a message.

Aubree: [Execute the plan.]

seeing everything unfold exactly as Aubree had planned, Bowen didn’t linger. Meeting Emery’s dazed gaze, he delivered a

And

a faint,

Had he not grabbed the armrest, the public humiliation would

were genuine or just a front, at this moment, the only person Emery truly

would’ve been preferable. At least it meant

sister he cared about and so desperately wanted forgiveness from, found him utterly

all those things before… were Aubree’s doing too. She is truly something else.

efficiency. Exposing everything at the annual meeting

start.

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deeper secrets came to light, the company would be Ricky to

took a moment to savor Emery’s

control,

swarmed, shoving into

“Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!”

“Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!”