Chapter 145: Marc believed his n was airtight.


    No matter how things unfolded, Allison would take the fall.


    With Ken showing no signs of leniency, Marc wasnt about to pull his punches.


    He pointed toward Aimee, who stood frozen in the corner.


    Shell back me up.


    After all, Aimees been with Allison the whole time, seen everything firsthand.


    His eyes bored into Aimees, subtly signaling her toward theputer.


    In Marcs twisted logic, this would clear his name.


    He woulde across as nothing more than a reluctant aplice.


    Allison, however, remained silent, observing, calcting.


    She wanted to see what decision Aimee would make.


    Aimees face paled instantly, dread coursing through her.


    Thepromising photos Marc had on hisputer haunted her.


    Hed made it abundantly clear that if she didnt y along, those pictures would be leaked for the world to see.


    Yet, Allison had been nothing but kind to her.


    Shed given Aimee bonuses, defended her against unfair treatment, and even taught her how to gather evidence when wronged.


    If Aimee turned on Allison now, it could mean Allisons arrest and possibly even jail time.


    Aimee despised lying, but the weight of the situation was crushing her.


    She found herself trapped between two unforgiving cliffs.


    No matter which way she turned, she would be torn apart.


    After what felt like an eternity, she inhaled deeply, grounding herself.


    Ill testify.


    Marc smirked victoriously, his posture oozing smug satisfaction.


    See? I told you! Allisons been pulling the strings from the start.


    But before he could finish, Aimee stepped forward, her resolve trembling yet steady, and hit y on a recording.


    I testify that Marc deliberately framed Ms.


    rke! Everyone, just listen! Marcs voice from earlier crackled from the device, catching everyone off guard.


    It revealed his threats from that very morning, a damning record of his ckmail.


    Aimees hands trembled as she held the recorder, but her words didnt waver.


    She knew that if she stayed silent, she would be just as guilty as Marc.


    He told me to lie and point the me at Allison, but the truth is, she had no part in this.


    You can check the security cameras; theyll show Marc was the one stealing.


    Her voice cracked as she fought back tears.


    And those photos… She realized it was better to exin herself than let Marc expose them.


    But before she could continue, Allison gently ced a hand on her shoulder.


    Those photos were taken by Marc, without the consent of our female employees.


    The evidence is irrefutable.


    Soon, justice wille for him.


    Marcs face drained of color, panic recing the confidence he had exuded just moments earlier.


    What photos? Ms.


    rke, stop making baseless usations! But the chill creeping up his spine betrayed his terror.


    How could she know about the hidden folder on hisputer? Allisons lips curled into a knowing smile.


    The police are already on their way.


    The evidence is stored in a folder on yourputer,beled.


    Care to open it now, or should Mr.


    Lloyds assistant do the honors? The subtle threat in her voice sent shivers down Marcs spine.


    He buckled, copsing to his knees.


    I didnt mean for this to happen! Please, Ms.


    rke, dont call the cops! Im sorry! The pictures had already been removed, and he was unaware of it.


    His mind raced, but all he could think about now was staying out of prison.


    Secretly photographing female employees wasnt just a career-ending move it was social and professional suicide.


    Even if Mny pulled some strings, his reputation in the industry would be forever tarnished.


    The room fell into stunned silence, the air thick with disbelief.


    Theyers of Marcs betrayal peeled back one by one from stolen perfumes to ckmail, and now these horrifying revtions.


    The dam of restraint burst, and people in the crowd spoke up.


    Marc, you sick bastard! All those times you hovered around the women… now it makes sense! You were creeping on us the whole time! This is disgusting! And youve got the nerve to ask us not to call the police? Unbelievable! In reality, someone had already dialed 911 as soon as things began to escte.


    The authorities were likely on their way, closing in.


    Marc realized his plot to frame Allison had not only failed, but the fallout from his ckmail and the photo scandal was going to destroy him.


    There was no escaping this.


    If he were arrested, hed never be able to repay the millions in damages.


    Just the equipment expense would destroy him for the rest of his life.


    A criminal record for such behavior meant he would be banned from the business, even with Mnys support.


    These women had devastated his life and career! His bloodshot eyes darted around wildly, and with a bitterugh, he snarled, Photos? You women dress like that, unting yourselves to tempt us! Marc gave Allison a vicious re, as if he had been battered or was just going crazy.


    He got up and plugged his phone into theputer.


    Even if I go to hell, Im exposing all the photos of you! With anger, he took out his phone.


    Aimee darted to look away from hisputer and closed her eyes.


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