"Right away, Mr. Rosenberg."


    After hanging up, Owen hesitated for a moment before dialing Sandra''s number.


    Resting in her hospital bed, Sandra''s face fell the moment she heard what Owen had to say.


    "It''s amazing what people will say to save themselves," she said with a strainedugh. "If Lionel wants to investigate, let him. Those of us with clear consciences have nothing to fear."


    As she spoke, a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach, and her eyelid began to twitch.


    "You''re right, Ms. Woods," Owen readily agreed. "When we were at the police station today, Xenia was just flinging mud, trying to me everything on you to protect herself and her brother. And her brother was probably manipted by Hannah."


    "Once I get the surveince footage, Mr. Rosenberg will see the truth. You just rest up, Ms. Woods. I''ll keep you updated."


    "Okay. Thank you, Owen."


    The second the call ended, Sandra felt an overwhelming urge to hurl her phone out the window.


    It was all Hannah''s fault. That fucking bitch had gone to Zack and nted seeds of doubt in Lionel''s mind. She should have just paid off a doctor to let Zack die on the operating table. It would have saved her all this trouble.


    She bit her lip, her brow furrowed in thought. The people at the firm were a bunch of sycophants. Knowing her connection to Lionel, they had all eagerly joined in on isting and bullying Hannah. If Lionel saw that footage, how could she possibly exin it away?


    "Damn it, damn it! They''re about to get divorced, why is she causing so much trouble now?"


    She paced anxiously around her room, trying toe up with a solution. Just then, she heard the wail of a fire engine outside. She walked onto the balcony to see what was happening.


    "Oh dear, I heard a paper mill caught on fire."


    "Look, over there, you can still see the ck smoke. How awful."


    "My cousin said some kids were ying with fireworks and threw one inside. That''s going to cost millions to fix."


    Listening to the conversation from the next balcony, Sandra''s eyes narrowed.


    She picked up her phone and made a call.


    "Hello, Mr. Jones? I''d like to discuss something with you."


    Lionel arrived at the office and went straight to the conference room for a meeting. As he entered, he could already hear the old guard of shareholders making their usual passive-aggressive remarks.


    "People these days... all they care about is romance. No ambition for the business at all."


    "Exactly. This quarter''s profits are down again."


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    A sh of annoyance crossed Lionel''s face. He ignored their chatter, took his seat at the head the table, and gestured for the presentation to begin the board members, bristling at his arrogance


    huffed and opened their meeting binders.


    An hourter, the meeting ended. Lionel stood up and left without a second


    nce at the hostile res following him out the door.


    Back in his office, he was about to call Owen for an update when his phone rang.


    It was him.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, there''s been a disaster! Thew firm is on fire!"