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    usations echoed through the room.

    Everyone saw calling out Celia as their final opportunity to secure their positions at thepany. Comints about Celia’s oppressive behavior poured in. Some usations were real, while others were clearly exaggerated.

    They needed to position themselves as victims to gain sympathy.

    The CEO’s office had never been as chaotic as it was now. It appeared as though everyone had endured much and was eager to air their grievances. Celia was left speechless.

    As the usations piled on, she was overwhelmed and unsure where to begin her defense.

    More importantly, some of what was said had a basis in truth.

    Perhaps this was her reckoning.

    Katelyn observed that some were visibly angry, while others seemed relieved as they hurriedly finished their statements.

    Yet, a few appeared rxed, seemingly enjoying the unfolding drama.

    Katelyn was convinced that Celia had been mistreating her colleagues, although she doubted Celia would have targeted so many people simultaneously. Despite Celia’s long tenure, no one had dared to report her until now.

    It was clear, however, that some of the usations contained lies.

    Vincent narrowed his eyes, the coldness in his gaze like a knife slicing through the air, making the temperature in the office drop even further.

    “Do you have anything else to say?” he asked.

    At this point, Celia was genuinely distressed. She turned, tearful, facing her users.

    “You’re all aiming at me to save yourselves. You’re ming me for everything you’re using me of. If that’s how it is, we might as well sink together. I’ll spill everything about you too.”

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    She realized her days at thepany were numbered.

    Her initial n had been to manipte Vincent into dismissing Katelyn, but instead, she was the one who ended up in disaster.

    Now, it wasn’t just Katelyn who infuriated her; it was the traitors among her colleagues.

    Pointing usingly at the woman with short hair, who had first spoken out, she said bitterly,

    “She’s been giarizing and cheating. I caught it in her design drafts.”

    “She considered reporting it to Mr. Adams, but she pleaded with me not to. Out of pity, I kept quiet.”

    The woman with short hair responded quickly, a trace of panic visible in her eyes.

    “You’re lying! You’re just trying to bring me down with you! I have never giarized. This is just your revenge.”

    As she spoke, she swiftly turned to address Vincent, her voice filled with urgency.

    “Mr. Adams, I uphold the highest standards as a designer. giarism is something I would never do.”

    Vincent looked on with a cold gaze, choosing to remain silent.

    Celia, however, scoffed at her.

    “giarized or not, you know the truth. I still have the documents on myputer, ready to back my words up right here and now.”

    Then Celia turned her gaze sharply toward the woman with long hair, her eyes shing with animosity.

    “And you, always scheming to win Mr. Adams’ favor, even sneaking into his room during the team-building retreat. Remember how I caught you and brought you back? Have you forgotten how you begged on your knees for me to keep your secret?”

    Trying to seduce Vincent was deemed more scandalous than giarism.

    The woman with long hair paled, her words faltering as she tried to defend herself.

    “I have never done such a thing. I’ve never tried to seduce Mr. Adams.”

    Celia sneered once more, this time with a hint of scorn.

    “I have a recording of you pleading with me, and I can find it right now.”

    Katelyn’s mouth twitched at the unfolding drama.

    She hadn’t anticipated that the collective usations against her would spiral into a full-blown showdown within the design department, filled with such dramatic revtions.

    No wonder these two women had seemed so devoted to Celia.

    It turned out that she had dirt on them.

    Now that she was cornered, Celia was determined to drag them down with her.

    Katelyn nced at Vincent, curious about how he would handle this chaos.

    When the woman with long hair was about to defend herself again, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

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