“Olivia, are you trying to ruin me further? The goods in that warehouse were worth millions, and your dad destroyed them all! I didn’t hold you or him accountable—you should be grateful!”
“Don’t think I don’t know what your dad was up to! He saw my company in trouble and tried to profit from the chaos! Luckily those families survived, or I’d have to die to repay their loss!”
Seeing Richard defend the families’ actions, they grew indignant too:
“That’s right! Your dad cursed our son, saying he deserved to die. We just argued back, and he lit the flammable materials, trying to take us down with him!”
I froze.
How could George ever say such a thing?
A guilty flicker crossed Richard’s eyes, and I understood instantly. He truly was a master at manipulating people.
George was brought by me to the company—he couldn’t die without clarity. And that young graduate shouldn’t have died unclear either, nor should his parents have been turned into pawns without knowing it.
I insisted on calling the police for a full investigation.
Seeing I wouldn’t yield, Richard dragged me into his office by force: