Chapter 306:
“What recording?”
The assistant’s voice was tense.
“Your private conversation with her from earlier today—it was recorded. And now, it’s blowing up online.” Before the assistant could finish, Bruce ended the call abruptly. His fingers flew over his screen as he checked the trending news. The top trending headlines screamed at him: “Exposing the Scoundrel: The Recording” and “Shameful Face of Lyhaton’s Ashton Family.”
The leaked audio not only confirmed his betrayal but also led netizens to connect the dots—realizing the scandal surrounding Corrine had been nothing more than a smokescreen orchestrated by the Ashton family. Worst of all, the recording exposed Rita.
Bruce’s breath hitched, his eyes widening in pure panic.
Tracy, sharp-eyed, immediately caught his change in expression.
“What happened?”
Bruce’s jaw tensed as he met her gaze, his voice laced with fury.
“Corrine recorded our conversation and put it online. Now, the internet’s tearing us apart—and they want Rita to pay the price.”
Tracy’s face drained of color, her voice barely a whisper.
“What?”
Even Farris, who was usually a picture of control, couldn’t hide the panic creeping into his expression. Suddenly, a crushing weight settled over him—an overwhelming suffocation, as if his heart had faltered. His face drained of color, and he grimaced, clutching at his chest as if trying to hold himself together.
“The medicine!” Millard was the first to react, his voice urgent. He quickly handed Farris a pill, which he swallowed immediately.
Millard rubbed Farris’ back in slow, soothing motions, urging him to breathe. The minutes stretched on endlessly, the tension thick in the air, until finally, Farris’ breathing steadied.
Yet, the ordeal had aged him in an instant—his body frail, his energy drained. He leaned against the sofa, his voice a shadow of its usual strength, barely a whisper.
“Call a press conference. We have to own up to our mistakes, accept whatever consequences come.”
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Bruce’s gaze hardened, his eyes colder than ever, his jaw set like stone.
“I understand, Grandpa.”
Corrine’s actions had completely caught them off guard, and Bruce couldn’t help but once again recall the chilling words she had spoken to him earlier.
“Watch closely as I dedicate myself to returning the Ashton family to their humble beginnings.”
His features darkened as the memory sank in. His face, usually so composed, was now a mask of cold fury. It wasn’t just an idle threat. Corrine meant every word. She intended to tear down the Ashton family, piece by piece, with her own hands.
His hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands standing out as he fought to hold back the fire burning within him.
After helping Farris back to his room, Tracy couldn’t hold back her bitterness.
“That cunning little bitch, Corrine! I never thought she’d undermine us like this.”
“Enough,” Millard sighed heavily, the weight of the moment sinking in. Turning to Bruce, he added, “Let’s go to the company now, Bruce.”
“Alright.”
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