Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Who benefits from that narrative...

Vera sat upright, her gaze fixed as she stared at the person who had just spoken, her fists clenched on her thighs.

Jessica glanced at her, a wicked grin flashing across her face. "I believe you have all asked your questions," she said to the members.

The murmurs grew louder, spreading around the table like a wave.

A few directors tapped their pens nervously against the polished surface of the mahogany table.

Others exchanged wary glances, sensing that the story Vera was weaving wasn’t entirely airtight.

Jessica leaned back in her chair, one hand resting lightly on the file before her. Her posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, as her cold gaze pierced through Vera like steel.

"Seems they have nothing else to ask you," Jessica finally spoke, her voice calm but laced with quiet authority. "But I have."

Vera felt her breath catch in her throat as she caught the cold glint in Jessica’s eyes.

Without giving her the luxury of catching her breath, she continued, "So, according to you, Vice President Vera, the Allen Group failed in its capital commitment, leading to the project’s stall. Correct?"

"Yes." Vera’s voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.

Jessica took a deep breath and with deliberate slowness opened the file before her and connected her laptop to the projector.

The rustle of papers and the flickering of the projector drew the attention of every board member, their curiosity heightened as their gazes darted between Jessica and the projector.

Casually, she flipped to a tabbed section and slid out a document, handing it to Luke to distribute to everyone in the room to have a copy.

"Then perhaps," Jessica said, her lips curling into that same cold arc, "you could explain why the records I hold here were signed by Desmond Allen himself and acknowledged by the Louis Group’s financial department. I believe it shows that every required fund was injected into the project on schedule. Not once, but twice the amount requested, to cover sudden contingencies raised by the Louis Group."

A collective gasp swept through the room. Several directors leaned forward to study the document before them while comparing it with the data on the projector.

Vera froze. "That... that cannot be..." she stammered, barely audibly. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. "Oh, but it is. And it gets more interesting. Because after this capital injection, funds were transferred out." She paused for effect.

With a click of her mouse, the information on the project revealed another document as she continued, "It was not transferred back to the project but siphoned through shell accounts that eventually linked back to subsidiaries connected to the Louis family."

The room erupted into whispers and gasps. Some members clutched their pens tightly; others sat stiff, staring wide-eyed at Jessica.

Vera’s palms grew clammy, and she clenched them beneath the table. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

It wasn’t part of the plan, and with the display of the facts, figures, and dates, she drew one conclusion.

She would be fighting a lost battle if she continued, but then she couldn’t give up like this.

Luke, standing behind Jessica, allowed himself the faintest smirk. He knew this was the strike Vera hadn’t prepared for.

Jessica closed the file with a decisive snap, the sound echoing across the room like a gavel. "So, before we continue pointing fingers at the Allen Group’s supposed failures, perhaps we should consider why the Louis family, our so-called allies, chose to make noise in the press about our negligence when, in fact, they were the ones bleeding the project dry."

Silence blanketed the room. Every gaze turned back to Vera.

"Vice President," Jessica continued softly, but her words were as sharp as glass, "would you care to explain why you omitted these records in your ’careful narration’ just now?"

Vera’s lips parted, but no sound came out. For the first time in her career, she had no script and no pretense to lean on.

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