Chapter 47
The office was suddenly swallowed by silence.
The video had captured everything with devastating clarity. The accident wasn’t caused by Sharon darting into Kelly’s path.
It was the other way around.
Kelly had hit Sharon on purpose.
She had lied.
Which meant every so-called eyewitness, every statement they’d made… was also a lie.
The footage flipped the entire narrative on its head. A scandal like this-broadcast and shared-would tear through everything
like wildfire.
Simon spoke quietly, “Mr. Biggs, in thirty minutes, Sharon will release this video to the public. What… what should we do?”
Once it was out, Kelly’s reputation would be ruined, irrevocably.
Carter was silent for a long time. Then finally, he said, “Replace the footage. Prepare the car. I’m going to the press conference.”
Simon froze, a flicker of shock tightening his chest. “Understood,” he said quickly, backing out of the room.
He had guessed Carter would try to protect Kelly-but he hadn’t expected him to go this far.
Replacing the video? Right before a live global broadcast?
Sharon had every reason to want to clear her name. But if this footage was swapped out, she’d carry this stain on her name for
the rest of her life.
Of course, if she succeeded in airing it, Kelly would be the one to fall. Kelly would be branded not just a liar, but a homewrecker as well. And nothing riled the public more than a homewrecker.
Simon sighed to himself.
Between Sharon and Kelly, Carter had made his choice.
The press conference began on time. Sharon stepped onto the stage.
A volley of flashbulbs erupted like fireworks, forcing her to squint.
She swept her gaze across the sea of journalists and cameras and spoke calmly, “Before I take any questions, I’d like to play a video for everyone.”
The lights in the room dimmed. The large LED screen behind her lit up.
The audience shifted, curious. Murmurs rose as people leaned forward, waiting to see what she was about to reveal.
But the screen remained blank. A flat, white glow. Nothing more.
Confused whispers broke the silence.
“What’s going on? Where’s the video?”
“Is she joking? Trying to stir up drama?”
“I thought she had something huge to expose-turns out there’s nothing.”
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“What a waste of time. Is this just some kind of stunt?”
The crowd began to buzz with irritation, and the camera shutters started again, clicking more aggressively.
The live chat stream exploded with sarcastic comments, ridicule flooding the feed.
Sharon frowned. Something was wrong.
A staff member hurried onto the stage, leaned in, and whispered in her ear.
“Sharon… the video file. Someone’s replaced it.”
She froze for a heartbeat-then it hit her. She knew exactly who was behind this.
A flicker of fury rose in her eyes, but her lips curled into a cold, controlled smile.
“It’s fine,” she said, lifting her chin. “I’ve made multiple backups. In fact, the video is right here in my cloud drive. Or-better yet-I’ll just play it directly from my phone. No need for the screen.”
Modern tech made everything easier. Even if people in the back couldn’t see with their eyes, the cameras could zoom, focus, record. No detail would be missed.
Did Carter really think swapping the file would stop her?
Wishful thinking.
Just then, a stir broke out near the entrance.
Someone shouted, “Carter Biggs is here!”
All heads turned toward the commotion at the door.
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