Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha’s jaw fell agape as she stared at the manager of the legal department, feeling like her blood had just run cold.

She stood there motionlessly, not even able to think anymore.

To deal with that despicable woman, she thought that the smartest way is to pass her a random CD.

Never had she expected to shoot herself on the foot by doing so!

She gave the master tape away instead.

Sasha turned pale.

It turned out that the video Sebastian got was already edited. The scene of Solomon kneeling in front of Frederick had not been released.

Their aim was to utterly defeat Solomon.

However, she had just revealed everything.

Sasha was filled with so much regret that she wished for nothing more than to cut her hands off. Alongside this feeling of regret, fear overwhelmed her.

Her body trembled slightly.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Hayes?”

After a long while, Sasha, who was completely pale, asked, “Is our defeat certain?”

“We don’t have a high chance of winning, which is why we called you over, Mrs. Hayes. We want to ask if you have any suggestions. Our greatest chance of success is to seek more compensation for the company.”

Compensation?

Sinch Enterprise killed Frederick using such despicable methods and even stole the Hayes Corporation’s stocks. Now, all we can

emotions already surging within her, Sasha finally lost her

crimes, how dare she seek a

furiously, grabbed her bag and

Yancy, who was anticipating good news all the way from Jetroina, received her

thank you

she received Sasha’s call,

heard that, she laughed coldly. “So, you’ve planned

get my hands on the master tape, manipulate it and turn it into our evidence. To our surprise, you gave us a

used the

was so furious that

think that you can win

exchange we made. I told you where Frieda is, while you gave this to me in

Yancy had been successfully threatened by

Sasha heard that, she laughed mockingly. “Fair? You killed someone and even wanted to steal his

“You…” Yancy’s expression changed.

still be scared of you? Your struggles are all futile,” Yancy retorted, feeling

remained expressionless. “Try me,

that, she hung up and

“Nancy?”

However, don’t kill her first. I have something

“Okay.”

the loud sound of a

the employer’s command. The target’s

would

just torn through her right chest, she was still holding a cup of tea in the garden. For a long