Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 15 No Holding Back

To everyone’s surprise, Emelie simply stated, “Ten minutes is all I need.”

Daphne was caught off guard, and William’s brows knitted.

Emelie bore the pain in her leg as she leaned on the bed ralling for support and approached the factory manager. “Manager, I need to speak with you in private.”

“Of course, go ahead,” the factory manager quickly responded.

Emelie said in a low voice, “Could you please call over the blogger who was taking photos in the factory? I saw him helping with bringing the injured to the hospital, and he should still be in the emergency room.”

The factory manager paused, then whispered, “Alright, I’ll go get him now,”

Emelie nooded. “Thank you.”

Their whispered conversation went unheard by the rest.

William’s gaze on Emelie was cold and detached, while Daphne appeared visibly anxious.

Was Emelie just bluffing, or did she genuinely have something up her sleeve?

The factory manager wasn’t gone for long before he returned with a black bag, piquing everyone’s

curiosity about its contents.

He informed Emelie. “The young man said he knew why you were looking for him. Since he was unable to come, he gave this to me instead of coming himself.”

and found a camera inside–the exact

man had

search through the photos without wasting time on further

been right to suspect she was the focus of the photos in

but inquire, “What’s that camera

the boat today. It’s his camera. I’m unsure why the secretary needed it. Maybe he captured something significant,” the

of sight, a flicker of unease in her

until she stumbled upon

it briefly, she paused

to have seen me tampering with the rope, yet how do you explain this?”

The foo

perfectly, showing Emelie and Daphne near rope number 4,

once reaching for

unobstructed view left no doubt about

would Daphne explain her firm assertion that she saw Emelie tampering with the

room’s focus shifted to Daphne, including

began to pale, realizing the

the camera in hand, pressing, “How

retreated, stammering. “I…

that I’d actually find proof, or that I’d find

a loss and bit her lip

it be such a coincidence? If not for that