Chapter 434

Chapter 434:

Unease etched across Hertha’s delicate face, her lips nervously biting down as she absorbed the overwhelming flood of criticism.

Without warning, the spare phone on the table buzzed, its vibration amplified by the wooden surface. Hertha startled so violently that she nearly leaped off the sofa.

Her eyes locked onto the name flashing on the screen, and a cold shiver ran through her body, from her feet all the way to her head.

She answered the call, but before she could say anything, Vinson’s icy voice cut through the line. “You have one hour to get here p>

With that, he ended the call, leaving no room for response.

Hertha froze, her body tense and unmoving.

She immediately understood why Vinson was calling her.

The moment that recording was leaked, Vinson would quickly put the pieces together and realize she was behind the entire situation.

Challenging Vinson was unimaginable. His influence was so vast, he could destroy her life with a single move.

Overwhelmed by fear, Hertha quickly changed her clothes, gathered her courage, and headed to Vinson’s apartment.

The moment she laid eyes on Vinson’s face, her anxiety reached its breaking point.

She had visited this apartment countless times before, but never had she felt so paralyzed by fear.

Vinson’s eyes briefly met hers, his stare icy, distant, and entirely unfamiliar. As Hertha stepped inside, her gaze immediately fell on two others seated on the sofa, causing her heart to freeze in her chest.

There was a strikingly handsome man sitting there, someone she instantly recognized despite his rare appearances in the media. He was Cristian, a member of the powerful Reed family from Litdence.

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Beside him sat a woman she knew all too well—Fernanda, the one at the center of the whole fiasco.

Hertha’s eyes widened in shock, her mind blank, unable to process what she was seeing.

“Speak.” Vinson’s voice was barely audible, his lips hardly shifting as he issued the single command.

Hertha tried to respond, but no words came out.

“You have only one chance,” Vinson continued. His voice was calm, stretched out, but there was a chilling edge to it.

The carefully crafted lies Hertha had rehearsed on her way there dissolved the moment she saw the three of them sitting there. With a soft sob, she finally confessed, “It was me p>

A few days earlier, she had overheard the recording in Vinson’s car, where he had spoken highly of Fernanda, calling her the person he most desired to work with.