Chapter 203

Vincent wasted no time and set up a meeting with Anthony the very next day. Magnus, now idle and spending his days playing with his dogs at home, was surprised to hear Aubree wanted to see him.

As a veteran of the Wilson Group, he knew all the dirty laundry of the Wilson family. Stroking his chin, he considered that this might just be an opportunity for him.

Aubree was no small fry now. Ronald was pulling out all the stops to win her over. If the Wilsons had no regard for loyalty, then why should he?

Vincent booked a private dining room in advance.

When they met, Anthony acted oblivious, stuffing his face with food and downing drinks as if this were nothing more than a casual meal.

Aubree wasn’t in a hurry. She let him eat his fill.

She intended to use Anthony to pit him against Ronald, but she had no plans to protect him. A scumbag like him deserved to pay for what he’d done.

Once the plates were cleared, Anthony wiped his mouth.

Aubree smiled. “Enjoyed the meal, Mr. Carr? We can order more if you’d like. I didn’t realize life after leaving Wilson Group had been so… difficult for you.”

Anthony’s face darkened. ‘Is she mocking me for being broke after getting kicked out?‘

She wasn’t entirely wrong, though. Ever since Emery kicked him out of the company, all his former bootlickers had scattered like roaches, terrified of being associated with him.

Anthony couldn’t tell if Aubree was being deliberately provocative or just naïve.

‘Forget it,’ Anthony thought. ‘I’m above this, no point in arguing.’

“No need for ‘Mr. Carr.’ You’re practically my niece. Just call me Anthony.”

Aubree chuckled but didn’t take the bait. “Let’s keep this professional. What do you think of Rosepoly Group these days?”

“What do you mean by that?” As soon as the conversation turned serious, Anthony, ever the seasoned player in the cutthroat business world, immediately slipped into diplomatic mode.

“Let me be blunt. I’m taking down Rosepoly Group. I’d bet you’ve got plenty of dirt on them. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? You worked for Wilson Group your whole life, yet they never gave you a single share. Then, when you took what you deserved, they tossed you out for some spoiled brat.

Doesn’t that piss you off?

“If the Wilsons have no shame, why should anyone play nice?”

Anthony thought bitterly, ‘Aubree’s words really hit home. If Ronald had just cut me in on some shares, would I have had to hit home?’

Anthony downed his drink in one gulp. “What’s in it for me?”

“The Wilsons won’t pay you, but I will.

“Name your price.”

Anthony lowered his gaze, offering neither acceptance nor refusal. “What do you want?”

“I need you to testify when Logan’s family exposes Wilson Group. And I want proof of their tax evasion.” Aubree’s tone left no room for negotiation.

The first demand was expected. The second made Anthony’s pupils shrink.

“How did you…” He cut himself off.

Aubree smirked. “No need to panic. If I’m bringing it up, I already know enough.”

In her past life, the worker’s death alone hadn’t been enough to shake the Wilsons. It was the subsequent investigation that uncovered billions in tax fraud. That was what sent them scrambling.

And in the end? Ronald had thrown Anthony to the wolves as the fall guy.

Anthony’s expression darkened, hesitation flickering. “Fine. I’ll do it. For $50 million.”

‘Aubree’s just a rookie. What does she know about business?’ Anthony thought smugly, ‘I can agree now. Once Rosepoly Group runs into real trouble and Emery can’t fix it, I’ll just apply a little pressure. Then Ronald will be begging on his knees to have me back!’

Anthony agreed. Aubree raised her cup in a toast. “Deal!”

Once Anthony left, Vincent stepped in, frowning. “Can we really trust him?”

Even if Anthony resented the Wilsons, would he actually help them? 50 million was a lot, but to someone like him, it wasn’t life-changing.

Aubree narrowed her eyes. “Of course, he won’t be completely on our side, but that doesn’t matter. All I need is for him to say one thing in public.”

“And the money…”

“We’ll pay him, but not through traceable channels.”

Vincent winced. ‘Fifty million for one sentence?’

Aubree laughed at his expression. “Let him take the money. Whether he lives to spend it is another matter.”

Things moved quickly. Aubree’s team soon found Logan’s parents.

In Bree Technology’s lounge, Birgitte brought in tea and pastries. “Please have some coffee. Would you like cake, sweetheart?”

Three people sat on the sofa, simply dressed but neatly put together.

They appeared extremely uneasy, barely perched on the edge of the sofa. Caleb, his face deeply lined with wrinkles, asked in a trembling voice, “Young lady… is what you said earlier really true? Can you really get justice for my son?

“My poor son… All he wanted was to earn enough to give his children a better life, and it cost him everything. We don’t care about the money. My grandchildren just want their father back. But that daughter-in-law of ours… She took their blood money and let it go.”

As they spoke, Logan’s parents couldn’t hold back their tears.

Logan’s daughter, Madelyn, lifted her small, grimy face and said, “I don’t want cake. I want Daddy.”

Birgitte’s heart clenched. She’d known the family suffered, but she never imagined it would be so heartbreaking…

“Don’t worry, Logan’s death won’t be swept under the rug. At the very least, those responsible will pay the price,” Aubree said firmly as she entered with two lawyers.

“I’m Aubree Miller, CEO of Bree Technology. These are my lawyers.”

The elderly couple was astonished that someone so young could already be the CEO of such a prominent company. Yet their amazement soon turned to concern. Why would Aubree help them? And at her age, could she really do it?

Maggie tugged Aubree’s sleeve. “Really? Will the bad people be punished?”

Aubree glanced down at the little girl’s hands, rough and darkened from labor, chapped with chilblains, her clothes threadbare against the cold. Without hesitation, she took Maggie’s hand. “It’s true. While you’re in Rithol City, I’ll cover all your living expenses. But I’m not doing this out of kindness. I just have a score to settle with Rosepoly Group.”

Her bluntness oddly reassured the grandparents. They’d already resolved to fight, even at the cost of their lives.

“We’ll do whatever it takes, as long as our son can finally rest in peace!”

“It’s not that extreme,” Aubree said calmly, turning to the lawyers she’d brought with her.

The two lawyers, quick on the uptake, explained, “Mr. and Mrs. Berry, there’s a legal complication with your son’s case. Your daughter-in-law accepted compensation and signed a waiver. Since this involves a death, charges can still be filed, but the punishment may be reduced.”

“Unless,” the other added, “this becomes too big to ignore.”