Chapter 17: Crumbling Facades

Chapter Seventeen: Crumbling Facades

Isabelle stared at the tablet in disbelief, her grip tightening around the device as rage surged through her. 

The headlines, the comments, the damning evidence—all of it was plastered across every major news outlet. 

Her pristine reputation, built on years of calculated moves and manipulation, was unraveling before her eyes.

"Get me Richard," she snapped, her voice colder than ice.

Her assistant scurried out of the room, leaving Isabelle alone with the fallout. 

She paced the length of her penthouse, her thoughts racing. 

How had they managed to outmaneuver her? The fixer was supposed to silence Emily and Williams. They were amateurs compared to her.

Minutes later, Richard appeared, his face pale and tense. "You wanted to see me?"

"Explain to me how this happened," Isabelle demanded, throwing the tablet onto the coffee table.