After ending the call,Clara instinctively opened a news app.
She didn’t even need to search.Headlines about the Cole Group flooded the screen:
[Cole Group stock plummets for consecutive days—market value evaporates by billions!]
[CEO Adrian Cole exposed in marital affair scandal—investor confidence crumbles!]
[Who is Adrian Cole’s new lover?Reports suggest troubled background and shady past.]
[Cole Group’s PR crisis spirals—public backlash intensifies!]
There were even blurry paparazzi shots—Vanessa flailing angrily as reporters closed in.
As Clara scrolled,her phone buzzed violently with incoming calls,an onslaught of unfamiliar numbers and vile messages.
She frowned,but before she could react,another call came through.
She answered in silence.
Adrian’s furious roar blasted into her ear:
“Clara Winter,you vicious woman!Was it you?Did you sell this to the press?I can’t believe I ever misjudged you.You pretended to be kind and generous,but inside you’re rotten!You just can’t stand to see me and Vanessa happy,can you?You won’t rest until you destroy us?”
Clara felt her chest ache with a thousand tiny stabs—yet quickly it numbed.
Her voice was calm.“It wasn’t me.I haven’t done anything.”