bChapter /b658 The Fall of Paul Powell

The bstore /bclerk brought out the finished pottery piece. It looked almost identical to the boriginal /bby /bbmodel /bthey had made.

Yunice looked at it curiously. “Why does it look better now? Did ours crack in the kiln and they bremade /bbit /bfor us?”

“Nope,” Wyatt replied.

Still doubtful, Yunice inspected the ornament. “Did you mark it or something?”

Otherwise, how could they be sure it was the exact one they made?

Wyatt pointed to a small detail. “Look here. That ugly spot is one of a kind. I doubt anyone but you could make something this hideous.”

“…Seriously?” Yunice shot him a re.

The next day.

Back in ss, Yunice checked thetest message from the informant she’d nted in the Saunders family.

“Everything’s normal with the Saunders family.”

Yunice thought of Owen’s condition. It had been so long, and he still hadn’t sought treatment or looked for a liver donor. Could it be that after Elsie’s death, he had really lost the will to live?

Elsie’s case was still in court. With such a high–profile criminal case, it would be months before any verdict was reached. Which meant Oscar, still under suspicion, probably wouldn’t be released until after the New Year.

The main reason Oscar’s name hadn’t been cleared yet was his unexined presence at the hotel where Elsie had been found.

During interrogation, Oscar reportedly refused to exin himself, which brought the investigation to a

standstill.

Yunice had sent someone in to pass him a note, urging him to tell the truth and stop hesitating. But for some unknown reason, Oscar wouldn’t speak.

Meanwhile, the Johnson family was still pulling strings, even getting a psychiatric evaluation for Morgan. Online spection was already saying Morgan would avoid the death penalty.

Over at the Powell family, rumors swirled that Jensen had gone missing–none of Powell Corporation’s shareholders could reach him.

The old chairmanyatose in the ICU, incapable of making any decisions.

Amid all this chaos, the board had no choice but to appoint Paul as the acting CEO.

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bBut /bbjust /bbas /bbPaul /bbtook /bbthe /bbstage /bbfor /bbthe /bpress bconference /bto bofficially /bbassume /bbcontrol /bbof /bbPowell /bbCorporatio /bbTaylor /bbsuddenly /bstormed bup/b, snatched the mic, and shouted to the bsea /bbof /bbreporters/b:

b“/bbShareholders/b! Media! I am Paul’s legal wife! And I’m here to publicly expose him–byou’ve /bball /bbbeen /bbdeceived/b!

bPowell /bCorporation is drowning in debt! The finances are hollow, and the cash flow has balready /bbdried /bbup/b. The stock you all invested in is about to plummet!.

And it’s all because Paul, without my knowledge or consent, secretly transferredpany assets band /bbmade /breckless investments that led to huge losses!

All blosses /bsuffered by shareholders and the public should be Paul’s responsibility!”

Before the press conference, Taylor had gripped the mic like her life depended on it, ready for the moment Paul tried to snatch it away.

She knew his temper–step on his ego in public, and he’d explode.

She was counting on it. If heid a hand on her, she could throw herself to the ground, im injury, and present herself to the media as a long–time victim of domestic abuse.

It would all help with her eventual divorce.

But unexpectedly, Paul didn’t react at all.

Instead, he looked at her with eyes full of tenderness and pity–right there in front of the cameras.

Taylor was caught off guard. She tightened her grip on the mic and stared at him in disbelief.

What was that nauseating expression supposed to mean?

Then Paul’s assistant stepped onto the stage and respectfully handed him a fresh microphone.

Paul took it, turned to the media, and said calmly, “My wife and I have been going through some disagreements. She’s been under a lot of stresstely. I’m sorry you all had to see this.”

Taylor nearly choked on her own rage. He was actually trying to downy everything?

Just as she was about to snap and confront him, a voice came through the earpiece she wore. Yunice.

“Stay calm. He’s trying to provoke you.”

Taylor swallowed her anger and stayed rooted to the spot.

Yunice continued, her voice steady. “The media’s watching. The moreposed you are, the more credible you’ll be.

You’ve already prepared the evidence. He ims this is just a personal dispute–so show everyone why it started.”

Taylor took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to p Paul across the face.

She steadied herself. “Mr. Paul is right–we do have marital issues. But they didn’t just start brecently/b. From

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bthe /bbday /bbwe /bbgot /bbmarried/bb, /bMr. Paul has been cheating bon /bme.”

bWith /bbthat/bb, /bbTaylor /bused a remote to activate therge screen behind them, disying multiple bchat /bloga bphotos/bb, /band videos–evidence so clear andprehensive that it left no room for denial.

Camera shutters clicked nonstop, shes filling the room as reporters frantically documented bevery /bdetail

The woman involved in the affair was none other than the recently disgraced, now–deceased Elsieb. /bShe had already died under a cloud of scandal, and now, her illicit rtionship with Powell Corporation’s young heir added more fuel to the fire. It was a goldmine for the media.

“Everyone knew about Paul and Elsie for ages,” someone whispered. “They’ve been caught so bmany /bbtimes/b, and Powell’s been paying to bury every story.”

“Taylor’s no fool either,” another muttered. “She must’ve had her own ambitions to turn a blind eye to bhis /bcheating for this long.”