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.]

didn’t linger. Meeting Emery’s dazed gaze, he delivered a soul-crushing blow.

thinks Rosepoly is disgusting And frankly? She thinks you’re disgusting

gave a faint,

not

his feelings were genuine or just a front, at this moment, the only

least it meant she

and so desperately wanted forgiveness from,

touched his lips. ‘So all those things before… were Aubree’s doing too. She is truly something else. We

worked with ruthless efficiency. Exposing everything at the annual meeting must have been part of her plan from

start.

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secrets

to savor Emery’s

Some, realizing Emery had lost control, seized the chance to

and microphones swarmed,

“Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!”

“Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!”