Chapter 94
After hearing what Mr. Jones had to say, Sandra shot up from her bed in alarm.
She quickly sat back down, forcing herself to calm down and think. She knew why Lionel wanted the footage now. Claiming the cameras were broken at this stage would be too obvious.
“If Mr. Rosenberg wants to see it, he can see it. We can’t refuse him,” she said, her voice calm and sweet. “Mr. Jones, just have the footage ready for him so he doesn’t have to wait when he gets there p>
Sandra hung up and squeezed her phone, her mind racing. She had to come up with a plan. Quennel’s interference had already cost her the Woods family project. If Lionel found out now that she had stolen the case from Hannah, all her previous lies would be exposed, and he would despise her even more.
That damn Hannah! She was supposed to be divorcing him, why was she still causing so much trouble?
Suddenly, a bold idea formed in her mind. She knew just who to call.
When Lionel arrived at the law firm, Mr. Jones was already waiting for him downstairs.
“Mr. Rosenberg, this is the footage you requested,” Mr. Jones said, pushing a laptop toward him.
Lionel watched the screen. Sandra, looking arrogant and dismissive, walked up to Hannah with her junior associate, Xenia. She ordered Hannah to stop what she was doing and hand over the project. The other colleagues in the office just watched, their expressions calm, as if this were a common occurrence. After a brief argument, Hannah, clearly overwhelmed, was brought to tears. Xenia then physically pushed Hannah, still in her chair, out of the way, copied the files onto a USB drive, and left with Sandra.
The Sandra in the video was completely different from the woman he knew-she was haughty and imperious, and her associate was a bully. It was exactly as Hannah had said. The project wasn’t abandoned; it was stolen.
“Sandra stole Hannah’s project?” Lionel’s voice was dangerously low.
Mr. Jones’s throat went dry. “No, no, of course not! Ms. Woods isn’t that kind of person. This… this is The evidence was right there on the screen. He couldnt think of a single excuse. He had no idea why Sandra hadn’t just told him to destroy the video.
“It was my fault p>
The door swung open, and a young woman’s voice cut through the tension.
“Xenia, what are you Mr. Jones started.
Xenia took a deep breath, gave Mr. Jones a slight nod, and walked into the room. She was Sandra’s junior associate the one Sandra had brought into the firm reality she was more of a personal assistant than a lawyer.
“I saw Hannah bullying Sandra all the time,” she began, her voice trembling as she recited the lines when I
Sandra had fed her. “Aw
that this client was wealthy, ge bad idea. I was worried Hannah would damage the firm’s reputation, so I lied to Sandra and told her Hannah had abandoned the project p>
Her palms were slick with sweat as she stood before Lionel, her head bowed, too terrified to meet his gaze.
Mr. Jones glanced at Xenia, then shot a nervous look at Lionel. The man was silent, his face an unreadable mask, but the cold aura radiating from him was enough to make their legs tremble.