RankNovelChapter 474 Isadora sent the screenshot to Nanette.
Nanette replied almost immediately.
"Thumbs up! Your man's really something!" Smiling faintly, Isadora exited the chat and kept scrolling.
It didn't take long before she cacross another headline about The Fitzgerald Group the annual shareholders' conference.
She tapped on a video.
The main entrance of The Fitzgerald Group headquarters was swarmed with people.
At the front of the crowd, a young male reporter in a crisp white shirt stood holding a microphone, broadcasting live.
"This is The Fitzgerald Group's annual shareholders' meeting. As the wealthiest corporation in Capitolion and a powerhouse on the global stage, their financial report has sweeping implications for markets around the world. Let's see what this year's numbers bring." The camera panned across the main gates.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOne luxury car after another pulled up in a seemingly endless procession. Shareholders began to arrive, all with serious, almost grim expressions.
A row of burly security guards stood in perfect formation, holding the press and media at bay, keeping the entrance clear and the scene orderly.
It was obvious that today's event was both grand and fraught with tension.
Suddenly- A sharp screech of brakes shattered the tense atmosphere.
Nash, the driver, slammed the brakes. The Rolls-Royce jolted to an abrupt stop.
Isadora was still looking down at her phone, oblivious.
The sudden force sent her lurching forward, nearly throwing her off balance. She barely managed to steady herself, just avoiding a fall.
Nash twisted around in his seat, eyes wide with terror.
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry-a car just cut in front of us, I... I didn't mean to slam the brakes!" Rubbing her slightly dizzy head, Isadora steadied herself.
Thank God for the Rolls-Royce's sturdy build. Even with such a harsh stop, the ride inside remained relatively smooth.
Nash saw her massaging her forehead and looked as though he might burst into tears-pretty impressive for a man pushing fifty.
"Ma'am, I've been driving for the Fitzgeralds for over twenty years. Nothing like this has ever happened before- honestly, it wasn't my fault, that car just swerved out of nowhere. Please, ma'am, don't fire me, I beg you!" Isadora, unharmed, glanced out the window at the car that had just sped past. It disappeared as quickly as it had come.
It really did seem like just a reckless driver.
"Nash, don't worry. I won't mention this to Victor." Relief flooded Nash's face. He looked as if he might fall to his knees in gratitude.
"Thank you, ma'am, thank you! You're a wonderful person!" He restarted the engine, this tdriving with extra caution.
Isadora exited her phone, but an uneasy feeling lingered in her chest.
Then- Her phone chimed.
A photo flashed onto the screen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe assumed it was a work message. Ever since her illness, she'd fallen behind on company business.
Without a second thought, she swiped it open.
A single, ominous photo filled the screen.
A man and a woman, caught in a moment that looked almost intimate.
The man in the photo was all too familiar.
In the sitting room of the Fitzgerald Mansion's private wing, Victor lounged lazily on the sofa, legs stretched out, one hand propping up his head, his eyes shaded by his palm.
Nannie Hayes was kneeling beside the couch, reaching out as if to .n gently fest her hand on his art Her gaze was fixed on him-hungry, possessive.
It was clear this photo was taken years ago.
A message followed almost immediately: "If you want to know what happened in this photo, calone to the Emberwick warehouse."
And all this, right in the middle of The Fitzgerald Group's most important, sensitivelevent of the year.
Someone was trying to rattle her-sending that at picture luang her to swarehouse. Isadora it was a setup, but handsted in here , and her phone sliet g to the floor of the car.
Nash, startled by the noise, glanced back in concern. "Ma'am, are you all right?"
Isadora pressed her lips together, fists clenched, thinking for a moment before she spoke. "Nash, let's not go to the office right now."
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