Sebastian was seated at his desk at Prime Enterprise, staring at the big screen that showed the most recent updates regarding the Nike family. Speculation was sparked by the article, which was circulating like wildfire through all media channels. Leaning back in his chair, he skimmed through the report with his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. Though his expression was composed, his mind was racing, dissecting every aspect of the drama that was playing out."The Nike Family Exposed: Who Is Behind Prime Enterprise's Smear Campaign?"A tiny, content smile pulled at the corner of his lips. The Nike family was unaware that he had set them up for failure by letting Beauty provide information to the media at the ideal time. Now that everything had finally come together, it would only be a matter of time until the pressure caused them to collapse.His office door opened as he was taking in the news. With a worried expression on her face, Abigail slowly entered the room while hold

Beauty watched the mayhem on the news as she leaned back in her luxurious velvet chair, her lips curled into a contented smile. The screen scrolled with the headlines, a narrative that was beautifully destructive: "The Nike family alleges a bribery scandal against Prime Enterprise in a lawsuit." "Growing Accusations of Conspiracy: Sebastian Prime Under Fire" She was enjoying every word, her dark eyes glistening. The media storm had moved precisely where she wanted it to, away from her and back toward Sebastian. Before long, the scandal was being devoured by the public like vultures on a dead body. No matter what Sebastian said at this point, the damage was already done. Beauty had skillfully played the shadows, controlling every action from a distance. She extended her arm to grab her phone and casually tapped Eric's number. In the game, the reporter had been her most dependable pawn, providing the media with precisely the right amount of information at precisely the right m

With a triumphant expression in his eyes, Sebastian reclined in his chair. "Abigail," he spoke up, breaking the stillness. "It is time to gather everything we know about Beauty. Every document, every piece of evidence, particularly the letter she left accusing Jude, Jacob Ben, and that unknown number. We need to send them to Eric right away."Abigail, still taking in the gravity of the situation, nodded and stood up. Her body moved quickly and almost instinctively, as though her mind was trying to catch up with her body's takeover. She said, "Understood, Mr. President," and walked out the door. "I will begin gathering and organizing the files."William Prime, who had been observing Sebastian's brilliant play against Eric in silence, at last spoke up. "Do you think Eric can handle this, Sebastian? If he has truly been under Beauty's control, there is no telling what he will do."Sebastian's eyes darkened briefly as he considered the risk. "He will handle it. Eric's resentment will eve

Beauty's smile fell away as her gaze locked onto the TV. She did not even notice when the wine glass fell out of her hand, smashing onto the plush white carpet and splattering crimson liquid. The words on the screen seared into her consciousness, and her heart raced. The accusations, which she had been burying for so long, were all she could hear as the news anchor's voice continued to drone on. These accusations were not just rumors.The proof presented against her was extremely damaging. All of the damning evidence that could destroy her reputation, career, and entire plan was in the public domain, including emails, financial records, and private conversations. Her heart began to race, and panic shot through her. Who was responsible for this? Who knew?"Impossible," she uttered in a barely audible whisper. She reached for her phone and frantically dialed Terry's number while her hands trembled.The phone kept ringing, and ringing, and finally, he answered."Terry!" she yelled, her

Another day, but the same problem, Beauty's hands continued to shake when she tried to call Terry again. The idea that Eric might be the one to betray her made her head spin. She refused to believe it, yet every sign Terry had uncovered pointed directly at him. The phone rang, and it seemed to ring forever before Terry finally answered."Beauty?" Terry's voice came out hoarse, as if he had not rested in hours. "I need an update," Beauty insisted, her voice tight with desperation. "What else did you find?"Terry let out a long sigh before answering. "I have looked through everything we have. I looked into everyone who had access to the sensitive information. And it all comes back to Eric. There is not an error.”Beauty felt her stomach churn as she took in Terry's words. She had to hold onto the edge of the table to keep herself steady as her hands began to shake even more violently. "But Terry, it is Eric," she murmured. "He has been with me since the start. How could he...?"Terry