?Chapter 957:


    She threw Ste a cold, sharp nce before piling on. “Don’t think she gets special treatment just ’cause she’s cozy with William. If anyone else screwed up this bad, they’d already be out the door.”


    The room went quiet for a beat—Nina’s gutsy call left even the senior execs blinking.


    A few of her supporters, mostly middle managers she’d been riling up, chimed in. “She’s right. We’ve got rules for a reason. The damage this hack caused—there’s no sweeping it under the rug.”


    “We all know the breach was aimed at Sylvia. Her stepping down is the cleanest way forward—for everyone’s sake.”


    The floodgates opened. One by one, voices joined in, all hammering the same point—Ste had to go.


    The tension in the room hit a breaking point. The air was thick, heavy. Ste sat there pale, but she didn’t argue. Because deep down, she knew they weren’t entirely wrong.


    Just as she opened her mouth to own up to it—ready to take the fall—William, dressed in a sharp ck suit, shifted beside her with a cold, hard scowl. He didn’t say a word. Then the…


    The doors opened. Luca strode in, nked by two sharp-suitedwyers, each with a briefcase in hand.


    Nobody had a clue what William was up to, but the energy around him was suffocating. The whole room went dead quiet—no one had the guts to push back.


    He didn’t spare anyone a nce. He just gave Luca a nod, and—bam—a file hit the table, loud and deliberate. William’s eyes swept the room, cold as ice, locking for a second on every manager who’d been riding Nina’s coattails.


    Once everyone had gotten a good look at the file, William finally spoke—his voice low but edged with quiet authority. “Briggs Group’s cybersecurity team just wrapped up the breach investigation.”


    Exclusive updates: galnoνe??s.co??


    Quiet as he was, every word hit like a gavel. The room was locked in.


    “All signs point to a nned, targeted attack. We traced the breach to an overseas IP—one that’s been trading data with a private offshore ount. That ount is registered under Nina’s name.”


    His words hit the room like a grenade. Gasps. Murmurs. Disbelief.


    Was he saying Nina was behind the whole thing?


    But that couldn’t be right. Nina had thrown a full-on tantrum after the breach—storming around like someone lit her desk on fire. If she was the one behind it, why act so rattled?


    All eyes locked on Nina. Her face went ghost-pale, and she shot upright like someone had jolted her with electricity.


    “You’ve got to be kidding me, William! You’re faking evidence to cover for her—and pinning it on me?!”


    Faking?


    William let out a sharp, humorless chuckle and gave a nod to Luca, who queued up another file on the big screen.


    .


    .


    .