Leon straight–up attacked someone right in front of the cops, making them all look pretty uneasy. They hurried to get Ynda to the hospital.


    Turned out, she was suffering from low blood sugar–she’d barely touched breakfast and purposely skipped lunch, having nned for this oue.


    Now that she was in the hospital, the police naturally had to notify her family.


    When Charles got the call, he went silent for a few seconds, then paused his meeting and headed straight for the hospital.


    Ynday on the hospital bed, pale as a sheet, her eyshes trembling faintly–she looked utterly fragile.


    Charles nced at the two police officers standing nearby.


    The cops all recognized Charles—after all, the Sinir Group pumped huge investments into national projects every year.


    Charles reached out and ruffled Ynda’s hair. “I stamped that contract myself. Just tossed my wife a position, that’s all. How did it blow up into something this big?”


    As soon as he finished, Ynda grabbed his hand. “I want awyer. I’m going to sue Leon Cole.”


    She’d never been this headstrong before, but now there was fire zing in her eyes–like her stare could scorch Charles’s fingers.


    She’s been differenttely, so much more animated.


    Charles swallowed twice. “Sinir Group’s PR department is yours.”


    Ynda shed him a bright smile. “Babe, you’re seriously the best. Don’t worry about me, go clock in! Thewyers will take care of the rest–I promise I’m fine,” she told him.


    Charles really couldn’t pause his work over this. He checked in with the cops, made sure everything was sorted, and left.


    Leon didn’t even bother with the hospital. He stormed over to Starlight, bursting in to stop the staff from touching his office.


    He smashed his foot into a table. “Put everything back, right fucking now! You idiots don’t know Ynda- yeah, that bitch–already got dragged out by the cops? Let’s see who dares touch my office!”


    His voice rang out, full of smug arrogance.


    If Ynda really did pass out, so what? Worst case, he’d just shell out some cash. Money? He had plenty of that to spare.


    There was still a big crowd gathered outside the office. Everyone saw the police take Ynda away<b>, </b>so when


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    Leon swaggered back in without a scratch, you could see a flicker of disappointment in some eyes. Guess they really thought Ynda had broken thew.


    That young woman who’d been camped out on the top floor all day, hoping to get her hands on firsthand evidence, almost started crying when she saw Leon still so arrogant.


    The staff got booted out of the office, but instead of leaving, they dutifully waited outside the building and called Ynda. She just told them to go ahead and get dinner first.


    There were still a lot of people up on the top floor, shooting each other nces. Everyone felt pretty down, and after the letdown, the whole situation just seemed kind of ridiculous.


    The young woman rushed straight into Mary’s office. She didn’t say a word–she just broke down crying as soon as she walked through the door.


    Mary took a sip of her coffee. “What happened?”


    The girl’s eyes were puffy as she looked up. “Leon came back–he said Ynda’s been picked up by the cops. Ms. Hall, is it true she actually got someone to y a Sinir Group inspector and stamped a fake chop on that contract? Will she go to jail? How long would they lock her up for?”


    Mary’s hand trembled slightly as she set down her coffee. She wanted to reassure the girl–someone like Ynda just didn’t seem capable of such things. Still, given what was happening, it was hard to make any


    excuses.


    She lowered her gaze, saying nothing while carefully putting her coffee down on the desk.


    She was much calmer than the young woman, who’d already started tearing up more than once.


    Mary rubbed her temples. “Stop crying.”


    The girl almost started hyperventting from crying. She wiped her tears, flustered. “Sorry, Ms. Hall. I really lost it. It’s just… I thought we finally had hope, that maybe we wouldn’t have to deal with those creepy old guys always trying to take advantage of us–finally. But…”


    She just couldn’t go on, mping her hand over her mouth.


    Mary looked at the half–finished resignation letter on her screen. She leaned back in her chair, lost in thought as she stared up at the ceiling.


    The girl could tell Mary was probably hurting even more, but she didn’t have a clue how to make it better for


    her.


    Mary stayed silent for ages before finally letting out a sigh. “Let’s just wait and see—maybe tomorrow. I can’t shake the feeling she’s not that kind of person.”


    Maybe it was just something about Ynda’s eyes, so clear and innocent, and the way she smiled made you feel safe–like you could actually trust her.


    That’s why Mary couldn’t help but hold onto hope one more time, even if she might just end up disappointed all over again.


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    The girl nodded, shoulders slumped, and shutlled out looking crushed.


    Up on the top floor, chaos still reigned. Rumor had it Leon stormed back and tore into everyone in sight, cussing folks out till they were stunned, evennding a nasty kick on one young guy.


    “What the fuck? You think you’re all just sitting around waiting for me to get lost? Look at yourselves- pathetic fools who signed your lives away to me! As long as I hold the reins, you’ll be ving for me till the day you die! Don’t think I can’t read your minds–keep those thoughts to yourselves!”


    The young man’s shirt had a huge, grimy footprint across it. He struggled up slowly, brushing off the filthy mark with a trembling hand, face flushed with humiliation.


    Leon shot him a venomous re. “Tonight, you’re going to keep some sugar mamaspany. Let’s see how long you can keep that tough–guy attitude up!”


    Leon remembered this kid–good–looking, been under contract for two years now, and caught the <i>eye </i>of plenty of richdies, hell, even a few guys wanted him. But he was stubborn to the core–two years in thepany, didn’t earn a single cent, just because he refused to sell out.


    Leon was riding high–he had all their contracts locked down in his grip. No way these people would dare make a move against him.


    He copsed back into his chair, took a long drag off his cigarette, and just let the satisfaction wash over him.


    But his smug grin faded fast. Awyer came through the door–someone famous, a big name, and he delivered the news: Leon was being sued. <fn2454> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fn2454>


    “Mr. Cole, you can keep your story for the courtroom. The evidence of your nder against Ms. Grant is already solid,” thewyer said.


    Leon squinted, still finding it hrious. “Did that bitch Ynda pay you to do this?”


    But as soon as the words left his mouth, Leon sensed something was seriously off. Thiswyer was big on TV, everyone knew him, and rumor was the Sinir Group had recruited him for their side.


    ‘Did Sinir Group send thiswyer?‘ Leon thought, suspicion creeping in.


    He furrowed his brow, his thoughts tangled up like a mess of wires.


    He hurriedly tried calling Edward Sinir, but nobody picked up.


    At first, Leon assumed Edward was just tied up with something, but after he kept calling and still got zero response, he suddenly started feeling uneasy.


    The talent he’d just chewed out felt like they’d crammed more drama into this single day than most people saw in a lifetime. The back–and–forth was dizzying–so many twists, it made their heads spin. Now, all they could do was look at each other and think, ‘Seriously, what’s even happening now?‘


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