Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 785

William asked, "Are there any major transactions in his family's accounts recently?"

Ashton replied, "We checked the accounts of his wife, parents, siblings, and other close relatives. There were no unusual transactions."

"So, he started the fire and took his own life. He added to the Swanson Corporation's blood debt and left us with no witnesses. He killed three birds with one stone. Keep a close watch on his family," William said, tossing the file aside.

"Yes, sir," Aston and Fabian replied.

Jodie had been silently standing in the corner. As the first light of dawn crept in, she could no longer remain hidden. The others hadn't bothered to exclude her from the conversation as well.

Suddenly, Ashton asked, "Did something cross your mind, Ms. Noble?"

While Jodie's expression remained blank, Ashton smirked.

She said, "Using a fire to cover something up sounds like Mr. Reyes' signature move. I remember he pulled a similar stunt in Morskov years ago."

Jodie replied calmly, "He's not the only one who knows how to do that."

Ashton added, "But right now, Mr. Graham is the most suspicious."

Jodie remained unruffled. "Maybe wait until the police investigate Mr. Graham before jumping to conclusions."

William ignored their exchange, deep in thought.

He said, "Look into… Beathan."

Ashton was confused. "Beathan? Does he have something to do with this?"

William replied calmly, "Just check what he's been up to lately."

Beathan had been too quiet recently.

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When Emelie woke up, it was already half-past eight in the morning.

Her fever had finally subsided and, although she wasn't fully recovered, she felt much better than the night before.

Given the situation, she knew she had to tackle the day's problems one at a time. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

As she stepped out, she caught the smell of fried sausages. She took a few more steps and saw William setting up breakfast at the table.

He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater that softened his usual stern demeanor. As Emelie approached, he looked up.

"Angel, you're awake? I figured you'd prefer a Cedonian breakfast. I made a few dishes. Tell me if it suits your liking," William said.

Emelie furrowed her brows. "You made them?"

Since when did he become so frugal?

As William left, Emelie picked up her fork, grabbed a sausage, and took a bite. It was perfectly crisp, as if freshly cooked. Suddenly, her mood lifted a little.

As Emelie ate, she said to Jodie, "The meeting at ten o'clock will go on as scheduled. You were right last night. Now's the best time to deal with Ludy Fun Park."

"Got it… Ma'am, should we have the PR Department give the Swanson Corporation a little push?" Jodie hesitated before asking.

A push to expose the Swansons' mistakes, stir up public opinion, and attack their company. If handled well, they could be brought down completely. With that, Emelie could get the revenge she had been after.

Emelie glanced down at her coffee. The dark surface reflected a faint, distorted image of her face. It wasn't clear, but it wasn't entirely gone either.

She hadn't lost herself completely to the thirst for revenge. She still knew what was right and wrong to do.

"Jodie, I'm not without conscience," she said.

Many lives were lost. Even if Emelie wasn't directly to blame, the guilt weighed heavily on her. How could she exploit their tragedy to attack the Swanson Corporation?

Jodie lowered her head, her eyelid twitching slightly.

She wasn't even sure if Wesley was behind the explosion. But if he was, the rift between Wesley and Emelie had become transparent.