Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 253

Nothing in this world... ever happens by sheer coincidence!

So, The Smith Group stole the lab’s formula, whipped up their own version of the drug, and beat them to market?

Camila Davis felt her face go ashen in an instant.

She and her team had poured months of work into this medication, and now, out of nowhere, it was being unveiled at someone else’s press conference.

Her anger was blinding, but beneath it, panic bubbled up.

The Smith Group had clearly been trying to launch a new product too, and now, by beating her team to the punch, all their effort was down the drain.

Walter Wilson had obviously heard the news too.

He pulled some strings, got his hands on The Smith Group’s new drug, and brought it straight to her. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” he suggested. “Their product might not be the same as ours. Take it apart and see.”

Camila nodded, clinging to a sliver of hope, and took the sample into the lab.

But the analysis results hit her like a punch to the gut.

She looked pale as a ghost when she turned to Walter. “It’s... it’s our drug,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Walter’s eyes darkened, and the easy-going look he usually wore was replaced by something almost dangerous. “Someone leaked our trade secrets?”

Camila nodded, guilt and shame knotting in her chest.

The only way the research data could have gotten out was if someone from their team had leaked it.

“I’m sorry, Walter. I was as careful as I could be, but someone still found a way in. If we can’t fix this, I’ll take full responsibility for whatever we lose.”

Back when she’d been hiring, she’d weeded out every candidate The Smith Group had tried to plant.

She’d trusted everyone left on her team.

But someone had slipped through the cracks.

Who could it be???

Walter cut her off, his voice tight with anger. “Don’t apologize. Right now, we need to find the traitor.”

His anger was palpable.

Stealing from The Wilson Group? Someone was playing with fire.

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Meanwhile, The Smith Group’s launch party was in full swing.

Jordan Smith, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, made his entrance to a room buzzing with excitement.

The new drug was a hit already, and even Jordan hadn’t expected Sandra Taylor to pull off such a coup.

The second he appeared, the press turned their cameras on him. “Mr. Smith, this partnership with The Taylor Group has been a huge success—what do you have to say about it?”

“We’ve heard you and Mrs. Smith are divorced. Is there something going on between you and Ms. Taylor? Can you share any details?”

“If you and Ms. Taylor got together, that’d be a real power couple. Any plans to tie the knot?”

Everyone knew these reporters were handpicked by Sandra Taylor.

Hardly anyone outside their inner circle knew about Jordan’s divorce—unless they’d been tipped off.

Sandra was obviously taking this chance to air the news.

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