A few days ago, Nina Sinclair was completely absorbed in the affair between Julian Lancaster and Miss Xander, not even thinking about the consequences. Only now does she realize the severity of the situation.
On the day of the engagent party, Sharon Lancaster told her that President Lancaster was on a business trip. She didn’t know if he had returned.
If he was still abroad, she might be able to manage everything in ti, and perhaps there was still a chance to redy things...
Nina Sinclair switched her phone to airplane mode, connected to the apartnt’s Wi-Fi, and began searching for recent news online.
President Lancaster truly is a topic of interest in Veridia; any slight stir can make headlines.
This incident has attracted significant attention, so naturally, people have started monitoring all his movents.
Though Julian Lancaster rarely appears publicly, his car and license plate number are well-known.
This morning, a dia reporter shot footage of his car entering Zenith Group’s premises. After seeing it, Nina Sinclair felt a chill run through her heart.
President Lancaster has already returned from his trip!
Perhaps the reporters couldn’t get answers from him, which is why they ca to find her.
No way!
She must go to Zenith imdiately to confess and apologize to President Lancaster, hoping he will forgive her for posing as him, for Sharon’s sake.
With that thought, Nina Sinclair quickly got up, freshened up, grabbed her handbag, and took a taxi to Zenith Group.
The taxi stopped at Zenith’s entrance. Through the glass window, Nina Sinclair saw a crowd outside, holding caras and microphones, seemingly composed of news reporters.
Whenever soone enters or exits Zenith, these reporters swarm like flies slling at, rushing to conduct interviews.
Nina Sinclair’s heart sank montarily.
With such a grand spectacle, there’s no way President Lancaster wouldn’t know; he must be aware of everything.
Since the reporter unearthed her phone number, her image has probably been exposed too. She can’t enter through the main entrance; these reporters would overpower her.
Thus, Nina Sinclair instructed the driver to circle to the back entrance of Zenith.
...
At this mont, Sierra Sinclair was lying contentedly on the hospital bed, watching the livestream on her phone with a smug expression.
Vincent Lancaster wanted to make peace, but she wasn’t willing.
So she had found a reporter to expose President Lancaster’s shotgun wedding. Now those reporters had caught wind of it and were blocked downstairs at Zenith.
She refused to believe that even this wouldn’t force the real President Lancaster out. If he denied having any connection with Nina Sinclair in front of everyone, claiming he didn’t know her, wouldn’t Nina Sinclair’s reputation be utterly ruined?
Finally, she planned to release the recording she held, pushing all the bla for the events at the engagent party onto Nina Sinclair.
After all, wouldn’t a forr girlfriend driven mad by jealousy be capable of anything vile?
Sierra Sinclair’s lips slowly curled.
Next, she anticipated the exposure of the situation.
...
President of Zenith’s office.
Julian Lancaster sat in a leather sofa, dressed in a simple, plain shirt. Although the brand was inconspicuous, his sharply defined hairline and the surrounding setting lent him a subtle, dignified air of authority.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Felix Ford hurriedly walked in.
"President Lancaster, many reporters outside want to interview you. They’ve learned about Miss Sinclair and are very interested in your marital status."
Upon hearing this, Julian Lancaster’s face darkened.
These reporters must have nerves of steel to dare to block the entrance of Zenith demanding information from him.
"Get them to leave."
"Yes, I’ll get rid of them imdiately," Felix Ford nodded promptly, withdrawing respectfully.
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