Chapter 8

A week passed, and we found ourselves in the courtroom as planned.

Rosalie exuded confidence, certain that I couldn't overturn the case, her demeanor excessively self-assured.

Tyler sat among the spectators, his expression as smug and taunting as ever when he looked my way.

However, as my associate presented the meticulously prepared evidence piece by piece, both of them were left utterly astonished.

Simultaneously, my associate unveiled an audio recording.

The voices of Rosalie and Tyler were unmistakably clear in the playback. Everyone present in the courtroom became privy to their plot, revealing how Tyler had betrayed company secrets for financial gain, resulting in the company's failed public offering and a hefty penalty for breach of contract exceeding a hundred million.

To shield Tyler, Rosalie had devised a plan to shift the blame onto me.

As the recording played, Rosalie's complexion drained, and she slumped into her seat.

"This can't be happening," she mumbled.