Chapter 198 The Photos And Recording


    Tracy''s eyes narrowed as she studied Corrine intently, the weight of suspicion hanging in the air.


    The moment shattered as the hall''s sophisticated sound system erupted with voices that left the assembled guests frozen in stunned silence.


    "Bruce, do you love me or Corrine?"


    "Of course, it''s you... You have no idea how much I love you..."


    "Bruce, I want toe back to you. I''m tired of sneaking around in the shadows."


    "Just give me a little more time..."


    A ripple of shock passed through the crowd as expressions morphed from confusion to dawning


    eye in the room.


    A devastating slideshow unfolded before the stunned audience.


    Crystal-clear photographs captured intimate moments: Bruce and Leah locked in a passionate embrace within an elevator, lost in their own world; Leah hurrying into a hotel with Bruce on the very day of her return from


    abroad.


    Each image painted a damning picture of premeditation-Bruce''s abandonment of Corrine orchestrated while Leah had been his secretpanion all along.


    The revtion struck Farris like a physical blow. His vision swam as rage coursed through his veins, causing him


    to stumble backward.


    "Farris!"


    The cry rang out as Tracy and Mird lunged forward to steady him.


    An icy terror gripped Leah as the images continued their merciless parade.


    Her entire body quaked uncontrobly, the color draining from her once-radiant face.


    Tracy, witnessing the mounting chaos, bolted toward theputer station. "What are you standing there for? Quickly! Cut the feed! Cut it!" shemanded.


    The panicked staff member''s fingers flew across the controls, sweat beading on his forehead as the system remained stubbornly unresponsive.


    "Mrs. Ashton, we''ve got a problem. The system-it''spletely unresponsive. Looks like a virus."


    Tracy''s patience snapped. She shoved the staff member aside and seized control herself.


    Click. Click. Nothing. The cursor wouldn''t budge, and the keyboard was as useless as dead weight.


    Then, in a moment of wild desperation, her gaze darted downward. The power cord. A surge of determination shot through her. With one swift motion, she yanked it out.


    The screen flickered once-and then everything went dark.


    A long, weighted silence settled over the room, thick with unspoken words. The


    kind of silence that stretches just before a storm breaks.


    And then, like a dam bursting, hushed murmurs flooded the hall.


    “Unbelievable! Bruce Ashton always seemed so polished, but look at him now..."


    "And Leah Burgess-what a disgrace. She knew he had a girlfriend and still threw herself at him."


    "Corrine was just a stepping stone for them. He used her for the Ashton family''s gain while sneaking around with his secret lover. The audacity!"


    "Let''s not forget-it takes two to tango. Even if Leah seduced him first, Bruce is hardly innocent."


    The words hit Leah like a relentless tide, eachment dragging her further under.


    Her throat tightened as she struggled to speak, her voice a dry, barely-there whisper. "No... it''s not what it looks like..."


    But where had those photos and the recordinge from?


    Corrine had publicly broken things off with Bruce. Leah had thought that meant she could step in effortlessly, that everything had fallen into ce. So why was it all unraveling now?


    As she reeled from the mounting disaster, her gaze darted to the side-where Corrine stood, watching.