Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 701

"You casually suggested setting up a charitable fund as if it were a trivial matter, so I didn't think much of it or raise my guard. Then, you created a buzz around a horse race, raising the funds to an unexpected 15 million dollars."

Charles smiled as he looked at Emelie, who was sitting across from him. She was a woman who wasn't even 30 yet.

"Let me guess. At least 10 million dollars of that was contributed by your own people, right?"

Emelie smiled but said nothing.

Charles nodded. "And then, you used the excuse of losing the horse race to me as a way to hand over the encryption key."

Instead of giving him the encryption key straight away, losing the race and then handing it over seemed more natural, and that had eased his suspicions.

Every step that Emelie had taken was so seamless and unexpected that it left Charles defenseless.

He sighed. "What's the difference between giving the key to me for safekeeping and handing some cheese to a mouse? You know that I'm already drowning in debt. I'm desperate and out of options, so I was bound to touch the charity funds."

She had left Capebatt City before the bomb had gone off to avoid suspicion. She wanted to ensure that when he needed to borrow money, he wouldn't be able to find her.

Charles admitted defeat. "I've been caught red-handed with the stolen goods at the crime scene. I have nothing to say."

Emelie listened to him without denying a word. This proved that his assumptions were entirely correct.

She said, "During the horse race, I also took the opportunity to assess William's health. It turns out that he really isn't doing well."

Charles laughed even more. "So, it was a double win for you."

Emelie whispered, "Do you want to know who reported your embezzlement?"

Charles, who had been speaking so confidently just moments ago, hesitated for a second and then said, "I don't want to know."

Emelie frowned as if she was troubled. "But she insisted that I tell you after everything was done."

Since Emelie had said "she", it had to be a woman.

Charles froze for a few seconds before lowering his head with a defeated smile. His tears suddenly fell onto the iron chair.

"Please, I'm begging you. Don't tell me."

Emelie gazed at him. His reaction meant that he had already figured out who it was.

Her expression gradually faded until it was entirely blank. Then, she asked calmly, "Does it hurt?"

But the next second, the prison guard yelled at him, "Sit down!"

"What's wrong? Did you think I wouldn't go after your father after you atoned for his sins?" Emelie sneered. "This is just the beginning, Charles. We're far from done."

Charles stared at Emelie, who met his gaze without flinching.

Her eyes have always been beautiful. They were once cool but now cold-hearted.

Her eyes were like a mirror of the sins they had committed, thinking they could escape justice.

Charles' expression shifted from anger to confusion and finally to dejection.

He sat back in the iron chair, rested his head on the small table, and let out a long breath.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Do you really think I'm so blind to right and wrong that I wouldn't realize what my father and I did to the Pierce family and the Hoven family was wrong?"

What did he just say?

Emelie suddenly got up and ran to the iron bars. She shouted angrily, "You knew it was wrong, but you did it anyway. Do you want me to praise you for it?"