Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1153

“These past few days, you and Bryce took the opportunity to hack into Ms. Tennyson’s Swiss bank account, then laundered the money through offshore accounts.

You used a hundred million dollars to bribe Treasury official Ronan Miller. Another fifty million went to pay off folks at the notary office, NASA, and the Department of Justice—all to legalize the inheritance contract and frame Ludwik. You made sure he’d take the fall.

I have records of every transaction, every dirty deal you made with those officials.

That money? It all belongs to Parisa!

So, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

The stack of evidence was held high for all to see.

Florence’s eyes went wide and vacant, panic washing over her face.

Bryce finally went pale as a ghost.

Ludwik’s voice was icy as he spoke. “Ms. Tennyson is still recovering from her injuries and can’t speak much. So I’ll expose these two snakes on her behalf, to all the shareholders—and to the world.

Here’s the truth: Bryce used Florence, had her get cosmetic surgery so she could head to Germany and pretend to be Ms. Tennyson’s daughter.

Their plan? Hide the truth from Whitney and steal everything Ms. Tennyson owns.

Things got ugly when Bryce murdered Phineas, the only one who knew the real story.

Then they lured Ms. Tennyson back to the States. When she started asking questions, they panicked and tried to kill her, framing me for the crime.

With the money in hand, they were even plotting to take out Ms. Tennyson’s real daughter, Whitney.

The President’s reply echoed through the speakerphone, firm and outraged. “Unbelievable. I was misled by the media, and in my anger over your injuries, I didn’t look into the police investigation. Enough said—release those wrongfully detained, and arrest the real criminals. Justice will be served.”

The President’s words, broadcast live, rang through the room.

Phineas looked around, his gaze sharp. “Greed knows no bounds! This whole circus has shown me just how deep the rot goes. Some shareholders are just as guilty as Bryce and Florence. If you think you can fool the President of Harmonia Country, think again!”

Bryce looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Florence was even worse. She’d never dreamed the President himself would hand down her sentence. In Harmonia Country, the President was almost untouchable. And yet, here she was, about to be ruined by his word.

Just last night, she’d been the toast of New York high society—every socialite fawning over her. She’d thought everything was within reach: the Sheldon Group, the Sheldon family estate, and Inko Group. All hers for the taking.

Why? How did it all fall apart so suddenly?