MainNovelChapter 873
Vivian left amid a storm of insults, slipping away with her proposal in hand, humiliated.
She knew very well-what happened in West Ridge was years ago. There was no evidence left. If Zachary wanted
to take her down, his only weapon was public opinion. And clearly, he understood that. This entire ambush had
been crafted with that in mind.
When it cto morality, people loved to play God. Everyone thought they stood on higher moral ground.
Vivian stared at her phone. The negative press was endless. Article after article, she could barely keep up.
One particularly long post had a video embedded at the bottom.
It was a tour of the abandoned factory in West Ridge. The camera started from the foot of the mountain and
slowly moved through the factory gates. The footage was chilling-broken-down machines, rotting beams, and the
haunting silence of a place where too many had died. Their stories, their remains, had becpart of the ruin.
The video's title read: Let Them CHome.
Nothing could've hit harder than that. Even without legal consequences, the public backlash was overwhelming
just like the moment she was kicked out earlier.
"Have PR responded yet?" she asked tightly.
Her assistant shook her head. "Miss Wilson, | can't get through to anyone at the company."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What do you mean, you can't get through?" Vivian's voice cracked with disbelief.
The assistant hesitated, then dropped her voice. "I think... Mr. Wilson ordered them not to respond."
Vivian went pale. She didn't say another word.
News of the failed bid reached Mr. Wilson almost immediately.
The Wilson household sank into dead silence. Not a single servant dared to breathe too loudly. A suffocating
tension filled the air.
"What did you just say?" Mr. Wilson turned, stunned, toward his trusted aide.
He understood every word-but strung together, they felt like a foreign language. Impossible.
"How is that even possible?" His voice trembled. In that instant, it was like he'd aged a decade. His full head of
white hair made him look suddenly frail and worn.
He remembered what Vivian had said to him-her reassurances, her confidence.
If Zachary had only been suspicious, he wouldn't have chosen this moment to go public with West Ridge.
Now it was clear. Vivian hadn't told him the full truth.
Because of her, the Wilson Group had lost its last chance to turn things around.
Fury shot through Mr. Wilson's head. His breath quickened. He tried to stand, reaching for his cane-but his
trembling hand knocked ove instead. s
Just before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard the panicked cries of his aide and hurried footsteps rushing
toward him.
Chaos.
The family doctor arrived shortly after. He examined Mr. Wilson and quickly set up an IV.
"Whatever happens, make sure he's not hit with any more emotional shocks," the doctor warned. "It's serious."
After the doctor left, Mr. Wilson had already woken up.
He let out a long, shaky breath and slowly turned his head. His voice was hoarse. "Is Vivian at the office?"
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worry, sir. With Miss Vivian
things are under controlet
focus on resting."
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But Mr. Wilson's cloudy eyes sharpened with sarcasm. "That's exactly why I'm worried."
He paused for a moment, then spoke again—this time, his tone firm and commanding.
"Send out an email. From me. To Vivian and every senior executive in the company."
The aide froze in shock.
"Write exactly what | say."
As Mr. Wilson spoke, the aide's eyes widened. Shock turned to disbelief. And if it weren't for the discipline he'd
built over years of loyal service, he might've lost control righthen and there. s
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