Chapter 40
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Chapter 40
That night, Regina had Jennifer anonymously post a piece of carefully fabricated “evidence” on the most popular perfumer industry forum in the country.
“Hot Tea: Top Perfumer ‘C’ Suspected of Leaking Industry Secrets for Years!”
The post was written to look convincing. It came with a handful of blurry chat screenshots and edited “transfer records”, all pointing straight at Genevieve, who had just stolen the spotlight at the charity gala.
It immediately blew up.
“Holy hell! Is this real? Wasn’t Cen supposed to be the untouchable genius type?”
“It’s no wonder she always wins. So, this is how she’s been doing it!”
“I knew it. There’s no way Modernis.m would suddenly want to work with her. Something’s off!”
Doubt and abuse crashed over Genevieve like a wave, shoving her straight into the eye of the storm.
“Gen, look at this!” Hannah stormed over with a digital tablet, her face flushed with anger. “The IP traces back to Jennifer! She was one of our former employees!”
Hannah moved fast, as always.
Genevieve only glanced at the screen. Her expression didn’t even change. She continued trimming the freshly delivered Austin rose, as if none of it concerned her.
“Why are you panicking?” she asked.
Genevieve clipped the most perfect bloom, lifted it to her nose, and breathed it in.
“Gen, this is not the time to smell roses!” Hannah snapped. “If Ms. Brunet sees this-”
“She will,” Genevieve cut in. She slid the rose into a vase, then looked up, her gaze calm and steady. “Just let her.”
She smiled and continued coolly, “Arguing with a mad dog only makes it bark harder. It’s better to leave it alone and let it run straight into its own trap. Let Regina keep going-the higher she climbs, the harder she’ll fall.”
The online uproar continued to escalate.
Blossom Studio’s social media account, Modernis.m’s official page, and even Genevieve’s personal feeds were swarmed with angry strangers and paid trolls.
Meanwhile, Lambert Group’s public relations department stayed silent. They didn’t release a single statement.
They chose to do nothing, letting her shoulder the entire fallout.
The next morning, a flight from Lonborough touched down smoothly at Hudston International Airport.
A man in a tailored gray suit stepped out of the VIP corridor, his gaze sharp and composed behind gold-rimmed glasses.
He was Jonathan Brooks, Genevieve’s right-hand man and one of the most renowned lawyers on Well Street.
His first stop was Lambert Group’s headquarters.
In Zachary’s office, the air was thick with smoke.
Zachary hadn’t slept all night. He stared at the spiraling backlash on his monitor. Instead of worry, a twisted sense of
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satisfaction crept over him.
He wanted to tear Genevieve down and strip away that entouchable pride she abay’s wore
When she had nothing left, she would have no choice but to come back and beg him
“Mr. Lambert.” His secretary knocked and stepped in, visibly tense. “There’s someone named Mr. Brooks outside. He says he’s Ms. Whitfield’s representative, and he wants to see you
Zachary stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, frowning “Send him in.”
Jonathan walked in and ser a document gently on Zachary’s desk
“Divorce agreement.” Jonathan said “Genevieve wants a clean break
Zachary looked like bed just heard the fondest joke of this life. He smarched up the pages, skimmed a few lines, then slammed them down with a sharp smack
“She wants 70% of my personal assets?” be scoffed, his eyes flicking over Jonathan with open disdain.
“Is site out of ber mind? Or are you? She cheated on me, and now she thinks she has the right to take my money?”
Jonathan didn’t even find. He adjusted his glasses. “Mt. Lambet, watch your words. As for your evidence of infidelity, wE
can discuss ithat”
“Comm?” Zachary stood and walked over “Final I’d love that! I’ll make size everyone in Endston knows that Generiere was fooling around with Tristall crash her so thoroughly that she won’t even dare show her face anymore!
She’s not getting a single cent! I’ll strip ber of everything and drive her out of Hadston!”
When Zachary finally stopped shouting, Jonathan calmly opened his briefcase and took out a digital tablet.
you chose her so i married better
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