The Voice Recorder
Chloe Evans glared daggers at Sophia Sullivan.
Her entire body trembled with rage.
Yet she didn’t dare utter another word.
Afraid this madwoman might actually follow through.
Sophia advanced step by step.
"Still haven’t figured it out, little sister? What about all those employees at Winston Group? If stocks plummet, what happens to them?"
Her voice was soft.
Each word a lethal strike.
"Could you bear to see them lose their jobs?"
Sophia excelled at turning the tables.
"Refusing such a small favor—how heartless."
Chloe had always weaponized fragility against others.
Now the blade turned on her.
She wanted to tear Sophia’s mouth apart!
Chloe turned to Liam Winston.
The man’s face was stormy.
Biting her lip, she whispered, "Liam, if Sophia truly needs my leg to end this scandal... I’m willing."
She closed her eyes.
Pretending to kneel.
As expected, Liam caught her arm in distress.
"Chloe, don’t be absurd. Someone like her, who lies through her teeth, would never keep her word!"
Sophia chuckled.
"Worried about that, Mr. Winston? Easy fix—just record a video as proof."
She drew a dagger from her coat.
The blade glinted coldly.
"Since Miss Evans loves you so much, I’ll gladly oblige."
Sophia closed in like a vengeful spirit.
Chloe shrank into Liam’s arms, terrified.
She’d assumed Sophia was bluffing.
But then she remembered the file from Potter’s Town.
This woman never played by the rules!
Liam shielded Chloe.
"Sophia, targeting her is pointless! From today onward, don’t you dare step foot near the Winstons again!"
Sophia yawned, sheathing the dagger.
"Unlike some, I have zero interest in crawling back to the Winstons."
She studied their panicked expressions.
A smirk curled her lips.
"So Mr. Winston and Miss Evans’ ‘sacrificial spirit’ was just lip service?"
Liam caught the mockery.
His fists clenched.
He couldn’t fathom how Sophia had become this cruel.
Reporters suddenly swarmed in.
"Mr. Winston, did you leave the signing event early due to the plagiarism scandal?"
"Miss Evans, when you vouched for Noah Valentine, did you anticipate this backlash?"
Cameras and microphones surrounded them.
Flashbulbs erupted like strobe lights.
Someone recognized Sophia.
"Miss Sullivan, is your presence here coincidental?"
"Pure coincidence. Though I do have a voice recorder you might find interesting."
Sophia produced the device.
Chloe and Liam’s voices played crystal clear—
—"Noah just made a mistake! Plagiarism should be handled privately!"
—"Sophia, last chance. Silence the media. I’ll compensate you."
Their manipulative dialogue.
Laid bare for all.
Liam and Chloe whirled around in shock.
Sophia smiled sweetly.
Then handed the recorder to the journalists.
The crowd erupted.
"Mr. Winston, were you truly covering up plagiarism?"
"Miss Evans, was suppressing the scandal for corporate interests?"
Reporters clutched the device like a trophy.
This was front-page gold!
Liam’s face drained of color.
"Back off! No comment!"
He tried dragging Chloe away.
But the mob had them trapped.
Microphones jabbed at his face.
Sophia gave a casual wave.
"Take your time with the media circus, Mr. Winston. I’ll be going."
She slid into her car.
And sped off.
Whether they’d known or not—
They’d chosen to slander her.
Now they’d taste the consequences.
This time, they were innocent.
Which made their fury all the sweeter.