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.”

it, and found a camera inside–the exact reason she sought

man had

through the photos without wasting

to suspect she was the focus of the photos in the camera, with

but inquire, “What’s that camera

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

sight, a flicker of unease in her

through the albums until she stumbled

it briefly, she paused

toward Daphne, and confronted her, “You claim to have seen me tampering with the rope, yet how do

The foo

footage was captured perfectly, showing Emelie and Daphne near rope number 4, and Emelie’s

once reaching

to watch, the video’s 4K clarity and unobstructed view left no doubt about what happened, nullifying any chance of

firm assertion that she

shifted to

the evidence was against

camera in hand, pressing, “How do you explain

retreated, stammering. “I… I didn’t

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

and

not for that