The entire East Coast was in an uproar-like a tidal wave about to swallow everything in its path.

At the front of the conference hall, Melvin handed over the Wilson Group''s proposal. But surprisingly, Zachary didn''t submit anything.

Vivian immediately understood what that meant. He was giving the opportunity to the Sanders. Just handing it over.

He really trusts them that much?

But she had no intention of stepping aside.

With a calm and graceful smile, Vivian was just about to pass her proposal to the staff when-

"Wait!"

A cold,manding voice rang out across the room.

All eyes turned toward her. Vivian''s heart gave a faint jolt. She had a bad feeling.

Her hand froze in midair, still holding the proposal.

A man with a grim expression walked straight up to her and pointed.

"Miss Wilson, I''m going to have to ask you to leave."

Vivian''s brow furrowed. "Excuse me? I''m here on behalf of the Wilson Group. I''m representing ourpany at this bid."

"I know," the man said. "That''s exactly why I''m asking you to leave."

The room fell into confused silence. No one understood what was going on. Zachary and Melvin both rose to their feet, watching like spectators at a y. Vivian pressed her lips together. "Can I ask why?"

Her face had gone pale. She and her team had worked overtime for an entire week preparing this proposal. This was thest thing she expected.

The Wilsons held considerable power in the East Coast. She couldn''t understand why they were kicking her out.

"It''s precisely because you''re a Wilson," the man replied sharply. "Because you represent the Wilson Group. Now, please leave."

"If you can''t give me a proper exnation, I''m not going anywhere," she said, trying to stay calm.

But the man wasn''t having it. His tone turned cold. "Miss, if you don''t leave on your own, I''ll have to escort you out."

Vivian saw the look in his eyes and knew-something big had just happened.

Her assistant suddenly handed her a phone.

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She took it and stared at the screen. Her eyes widened in shock.

No...

She looked over at Zachary. He was smiling, but there was nothing warm in his eyes-only frost.

Vivian''s shoulders trembled.

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Of course. Aside from the Wilsons, the only one who knew about this was Zachary He must''ve been,

waiting for this exact moment.

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She''d hurt Sarah once before, and he''d nearly exposed her then. But now, the

timing made perfect sense.

It''s over. Everything''s over.

She was about to be the most hated woman in the East Coast.

Panic gripped her. Fear followed close behind.

She turned on Zachary, shouting, "Why are you doing this to me? 10 never did anything to hurt you! And yet you keep going after me—again and again you even humiliate me like this, ?n public!"  s

Zachary stood tall, his expression unreadable. Then he spoke, calmly but with unmistakable weight.

"Vivian, you were wrong from the very beginning. And what the Wilson Group did? I''ll never forgive it.

As for you, even if you were young during what happened in West Ridge, that doesn''t mean you''re innocent. And it wasn''t just that incident youve le There''s a death on your hands.  s

"Live with that."

With that, he turned away-he didn''t want to look at her again.

The organizers and security approached, their tone far less polite than before.

"Please leave. Now."

All around the hall, attendees had already pulled out their phones, reading the breaking news.

Many of the bidders were women. They looked at Vivian with disgust.

"So this is what it takes to get where the Wilson Group is now-stepping over someone else''s blood."

"But wait, what did Zachary mean about a murder? Did Vivian actually kill someone?"

"Oh please. You people love making wild guesses. If you''re so curious, go ask her yourself."