Chapter 377 Suddenly, the phone on the table began to ring, its shrill tone cutting through the quiet.
Isadora's beautiful eyes lit up with anticipation.
She picked it up to check the caller.
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face.
Still, she answered.
Nanette's furious voice burst through the line. "Isadora, I saw all the gossip online! Was this Rowena's doing?" Isadora twirled a pen between her fingers, her tone unhurried. "Yeah." Nanette's anger shot up like a rocket. "Damn it, how dare she! She's such a snake! If I ever see her, I swear I'll wring her neck!" She paused, worry bleeding through her rage. "Are you okay, Isadora?" "I'm coming hright now." "No need," Isadora replied softly. "You're busy filming. Even if you cback, there's nothing you could do." "Doesn't matter. I still want to be there for you." Isadora managed a faint smile. "Once I've dealt with this, you can keepcompany all you want." Something seemed to occur to Nanette. "What about Victor? Isn't he the heir? If he steps in, this whole mess would be over." She didn't know.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDeanna was the real mastermind behind it all.
"Don't worry," Isadora reassured her. "I'm already in touch with him." The next day.
"President Vaughan, bad news!" Inman burst into the office in a panic.
Isadora lifted her gaze from the stack of paperwork in front of her.
Inman, still catching his breath, rushed out, "Former President Vaughan-Richard Vaughan's people—they just dumped their remaining shares to an overseas consortium. That new foreign shareholder teamed up with The Vaughan Group's senior partners. They're saying your scandal has caused too much damage, and unless you step down, they'll unite and force the company to cease operations." A crease formed between Isadora's brows.
Belinda followed Inman into the office.
"President Vaughan, we need to hold a press conference as soon as possible, Belinda urged. "After all that's happened, it looks less like they're targeting The Vaughan Group and more like they're targeting you." Isadora tightened her grip on her pen. "Alright. Arrange for the media. We'll hold a press conference tomorrow." Belinda hesitated before asking quietly, "Will your boyfriend be attending?" Isadora lowered her eyes.
She hadn't been able to reach Victor.
"No. I'll handle the talking myself." Belinda's worry showed.
If words alone could convince the public, they wouldn't be drowning in rumors right now.
Still, she went to make the necessary arrangements.
A little while later- Isadora left her office, walked down to the underground parking garage, and got into a sleek Maybach.
Inside, a man with gentle eyes greeted her.
"Mr. Fawcett," Isadora called softly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTerrell handed her a folder of aurecordings and a USB drive.
Isadora took them. "Was it hard to get the hotel's security footage?"
Terrell gave a slight, almost amused smile. "It took a bit of effort, that's all." a In reality, he'd sent people to the hotel for the surveillance tapes.
Of course, someone else had already gotten to them first.
He'd spent an entire day and night at the hotel, chasing down leads, finally discovering that a staf member had hidden a back
After lengthy negotiations, he managed to get his hands ōna M gechis partial copy of the footage.
Terrell explained, "I also tried to find Preston, but he's already fled the country to escape the scandal m However, this footage proves I was at the hotel room too. I'll make a statement at the press conference to clear things up. Those rumors about you and Preston should fall apart after that." He paused, then added, "But now that the gossip about your pregnancy is out there, you'll have to address it somehow." Isadora let out a long breath. "Thank you, Mr. Fawcett." Terrell looked at her at the exhaustion she couldn't quite hide behind her carefully composed features.
He felt a pang of sympathy. Raising his hand hesitantly, he almost reached out to comfort her with a reassuring touch on her shoulder.