Chapter 322: Allies? (Part 9)

Don scrolled through the tabs of content, his expression shifting from mild curiosity to faint disgust. 

The sheer volume of incriminating material was staggering—not just the expected party photos and transactional messages, but threads of conversations, digital receipts, and names that carried weight in certain circles.

He let out a low scoff, shaking his head.

The sound made Ellen flinch, her already frayed nerves tightening. She frowned, trying to mask her concern. "W-what's wrong?"

Don didn't answer immediately. He waited until the data import completed, then casually tossed her phone back. "Nothing. Just wondering how many people would still work with you if they knew how you used to 'network' your way through the industry."

Ellen's face froze. Her lips parted as if to speak, but she quickly shut them, processing the implication.