Chapter 1377

No.1

"At least... issue a statement!"

"Stating what?" Evelyn countered. "That I drugged Ryan Holt?"

Victoria's face purpled with rage. This seemingly fragile girl had spines of tempered steel.

——

Melissa's office door burst open.

"Director Lee!" Victoria gasped, bloodless. "Evelyn—she—"

"What now?" Melissa snapped.

"She submitted evidence to the police! Claims it proves Ryan lied!"

No.2

Melissa's pen clattered onto the desk.

"What evidence?"

"I—I don't know..." Victoria trembled. "But Ryan just got summoned for questioning!"

Melissa shot up, her chair screeching across the floor.

She grabbed her phone with shaking hands and dialed. "Young Master Wu... we have a problem."

Beads of sweat dotted Ethan Miller's forehead inside the private jet cabin.

"Lord Alex," his voice tightened, "we've confirmed Miss Sinclair did visit the hotel, but the timeline doesn't add up."

Alexander Kingsley's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, his gaze darkening.

No.3

"Go on."

Ethan swallowed hard. "The housekeeper said it was the day after Miss Sinclair was hospitalized. Ryan Holt had already checked out by then."

Alexander's brow furrowed slightly as he dialed Eleanor Kingsley.

"Evelyn?" Eleanor chuckled lightly. "Oh, I took her there that day. Why?"

"Those online rumors—"

"Please," she cut him off. "Keyboard warriors with nothing better to do. My Evelyn is worth hundreds of millions. Why would she chase some B-list celebrity?"

A vein throbbed at Alexander's temple.

He hung up, his expression darker than before.

No.4

This woman could've cleared her name anytime. Instead, she’s hiding at Horizon Media, playing dead.

"Nathan," he ordered coldly. "Dig into Orange Media's schemes."

By the time the jet landed, Nathan had an update.

"Lord Alex, it's handled."

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Julian Ashford stepped in?"

"No," Nathan shook his head. "A paparazzo leaked video evidence."

Victoria Henn stared at her computer screen, fingers trembling.

"This can't be..." she muttered. "How did they get this footage?"

No.5

The video showed Ryan Holt instructing his assistant: "Make sure you remove the pills. No evidence left behind."

The scene cut to Ryan rubbing his forehead, complaining, "Didn't even get the reporter, almost ruined my face."

His assistant giggled. "Couldn't sleep with her, so you're coming to me?"

"Don't act innocent," Ryan sneered. "It's not your first time."

"But what if I get pregnant..."

"Take maternity leave then," he shrugged. "Let your boyfriend deal with it."

Melissa Lee paled.

The video was the final nail in Ryan's coffin—

No.6

He spiked drinks.

He slept with fans.

He forced abortions on his staff.

In the executive meeting room, Julian slammed his phone onto the table.

"Footage from five days ago," his voice cut like ice. "And not a single person in Entertainment bothered to verify?"

Victoria shrank in her seat, avoiding his gaze.

"Monthly bonuses revoked." Julian's tone was arctic. "You've disgraced Horizon."

The Entertainment Department sat in stunned silence.

No.7

Victoria's legs wobbled as she returned to her desk.

Her eyes flicked toward Evelyn Sinclair, who calmly organized files as if untouched by the storm.

Ryan Holt was finished.