His voice dropped, yet it sounded disappointed. “I worked tirelessly outside discussing projects and securing investments, hoping to take the company public so you could live better. And you? You went outside to find an old man?”
I clutched my cheek, blood pounding in my head. “I never cheated! The man in the photograph is my….”
“You’re going to claim he’s your business partner?”
Camille Hoffman coldly laughed. “What kind of partnership involves talking in a car while holding flowers? And what kind of work makes you smile that brightly?”
I tried to reach for the microphone, but the staff held me back.
Without a microphone, I could only raise my voice to explain. “The ones who cheated are clearly you two…”
Russell silenced me with a cold voice. “Enough.”
He turned toward the entire crowd and spoke in a serious voice. “I can excuse you, as long as you move the company shares into my name, stop getting involved in the company’s work, and quietly remain at home as Mrs. Holmes. I will treat this matter as though it never took place!”
Someone among the crowd quietly spoke with respect. “President Holmes truly has a generous heart.”
“His wife betrayed him, and he is still ready to forgive.”