His voice was hoarse, filled with deep vulnerability and helplessness.
didn’t say a word, just stared blankly out the corridor window, waiting for the sunrise.
***
Larry fought for his life all night.
Finally, he was out of danger.
But before Maverick could catch his breath, at dawn, the Clinton Group was rocked by scandal.
Rumors flew–core confidential files leaked, major projects snatched by competitors, the cash
flow on the verge of collapse.
Maverick raced back to the company in a frenzy, only to be hit by a boardroom coup.
They condemned him for repeated disastrous decisions, accused him of colluding with rivals and selling company secrets.
In a single day, the golden boy was buried in debt, facing even the threat of prison.
And all of it was the “gift” I’d prepared for Maverick myself.
All those confidential documents he’d handled in the study, every business strategy he’d spoken aloud to the camera, and the industry shifts I’d foreseen thanks to memories from my last life.
I’d handed them, one by one, to the Clinton family’s greatest competitor.
^ Fold Up
The Clinton family’s mansion was sealed off, set to be auctioned off in a few days.
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The Idiot Wife’s Revenge
The cage that had trapped me for two lifetimes had finally, utterly collapsed.
Three days later, Maverick–swamped by his own troubles–finally realized I was gone.
He called me countless times and sent hundreds of messages.
Even through the screen, I could feel his fury and desperation. “Ramona, why?
‘I went against Grandpa for you, gave up Sophia. I’ve never wronged you… Why would you do
this to me?!”
looked at that message and smiled softly.
Why?
