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.”

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

had anticipated her

search through the photos without wasting

had been right to suspect she was the focus of the photos in the camera, with the most recent ones

couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s

who photographed the boat today. It’s his camera. I’m unsure

her fingers tightly out of sight, a flicker of unease

albums until she stumbled upon

briefly,

camera toward Daphne, and confronted her, “You claim to have seen me tampering with

The foo

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

reaching

unobstructed view left no

that she saw

focus shifted

began to pale, realizing the evidence was against her.

with the camera in hand, pressing, “How do you

retreated, stammering. “I… I

find proof, or that I’d

at a loss and bit her lip in

such a coincidence? If not for that opportune video, Emelie would