Chapter 207
Emery wondered, “How could anyone else know about this? Wasn’t his wife already gone? How did these broke, backwater peasants even get to Rithol? How did they find journalists?”
His head snapped toward Bowen, who lounged in his seat, watching with cold amusement. Emery snarled, “You did—”
Bowen raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, this wasn’t my doing.”
Bowen came here to stop Emery from sweeping this under the rug, but he clearly overestimated Emery. Emery had crumbled without him lifting a finger.
Reporters, blocked from reaching Emery, turned on the nearby Rosepoly staff instead.
Rosepoly Group’s annual gala was live-streamed.
Even before the media could report on it, the news had already gone viral online.
Online platforms were swamped with viral reports of Rosepoly Group’s deadly negligence, right at the height of Christmas. The news sparked outrage among blue-collar workers like Logan. Though they were strangers, the shared bitter fate and heartbreak hit home, as any one of them could have been next.
This time, there was no way even the Wilson Group could bury this.
Aubree lounged back, watching Rosepoly Group’s annual gala descend into chaos on the livestream. ‘An unscrupulous company that harms both others and itself really ought to go bankrupt sooner rather than later.’
She sent a message.
Aubree: [Execute the plan!]
On the scene, seeing everything unfold exactly as Aubree had planned, Bowen didn’t linger. Meeting Emery’s dazed gaze, he delivered a soul-crushing blow. “I didn’t do this. It was Bree.
“She thinks Rosepoly is disgusting. And frankly? She thinks you’re disgusting too.”
He gave a faint, mocking smile.
Emery staggered as if struck, nearly collapsing. Had he not grabbed the armrest, the public humiliation would have been complete.
Whether his feelings were genuine or just a front, at this moment, the only person Emery truly cared about was Aubree.
Hate would’ve been preferable. At least it meant she still cared.
But now Bowen revealed the cruel truth. The very sister he cared about and so desperately wanted forgiveness from found him utterly repulsive. Even worse, she’d known he was taking over Rosepoly and destroyed it anyway.
Emery could no longer care about the circling reporters. A bitter, resigned smile touched his lips. So all those things before… were Aubree’s doing too. She is truly something else. We did underestimate her before!
She worked with ruthless efficiency. Exposing everything at the annual meeting must have been part of her plan from the start.
After this, Rosepoly Group would undoubtedly face investigations. If deeper secrets came to light, the company would be lucky to survive intact.
Bowen took a moment to savor Emery’s expression before leisurely exiting the scene.
The scene descended into utter chaos. Some, realizing Emery had lost control, seized the chance to slip away, only to give reporters an opening.
Cameras and microphones swarmed, shoving into Emery’s face.
“Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!”
His vision blurred as the voices merged. Whatever. So what if I am ruined? Maybe it is the least I owe Aubree.
“Why is everyone standing around? Security, clear the press! Senior management stays, emergency meeting, now!”
The hall doors burst open. Bryan marched in with a team of bodyguards.
Order was restored in minutes. Bryan strode to Emery and slapped him hard across the face. “Snap out of it!
“Is that all you’ve got?
“Aubree doesn’t know any better, but you’re enabling the disaster. If Rosepoly collapses, Dad won’t let Aubree off the hook.”
Emery snapped back to reality. ‘Right, the real trouble is what comes next. If Dad finds out Aubree is behind this, he’ll definitely take it out on her.”
“Since our little sister is so capable, we ought to show her what we are made of, don’t you think?” Bryan hauled Emery to his feet.
“PR works overtime. Suppress online backlash. Contact Logan’s family. Whatever it takes, silence them. And keep Anthony under watch.”
Decades in the business sharpened Bryan’s commands into weapons.
Rosepoly Group launched into damage control.