Chapter 37 CHAPTER 37
Deborah and Jessica both turned to Vincent at once, startled by the certainty in his voice.
They had already suspected Megan might have had something to do with what happened, but the intensity of Vincent’s reaction made it clear that, in his mind, this was no longer suspicion.
It was confirmation.
Vincent’s face hardened as he looked from one to the other.
“Don’t you both see it?” he said. “Isn’t the handwriting already on the wall?”
He let out a sharp breath, his anger barely under control.
“Yes your suspicions are right. It is obvious now. Completely obvious.”
He began pacing as he spoke, his thoughts connecting one detail after another.
“Diamond Bank is tied to Global Investments. Global Investments has a cooperative structure with them, and Global Investments is under Mr. Oliver’s influence. Diamond Bank doesn’t move independently in matters like this—not when interests overlap.”
He turned back toward them, his eyes burning.
“So think about it carefully. Weigh the facts. Can’t you see how it all fits together?”
His voice rose.
“Global Investments, Mr. Oliver, and Diamond Bank are linked one way or another. And I do not need anyone to spell it out for me before I understand what happened. Megan must have said something. She must have whispered something either to Mr. Oliver indirectly or to that Liam, and whatever she said was enough to trigger all of this.”
He pointed sharply toward the floor, as though accusing an invisible presence.
“Oliver canceled my investment. Not only that, Liam at Diamond Bank also threw both of you out. Now tell me how can two things like that happen at the same time and still be called coincidence?”
His expression twisted with fury.
“One incident might be accidental. But two? Two connected blows, both striking us through the same line of influence? No. That is not coincidence. That is deliberate.”
He clenched his jaw so tightly that the muscle in his face twitched.
“It is crystal clear where all of this is coming from.”
His voice dropped, darker now, full of venom.
“That crazy Megan… that bastard… that scumbag…”
He struck the table again, though less violently this time, as if trying to restrain himself from exploding further.
“She just would not keep her disgusting, poisonous self out of my life. And now look at what she has done.”
His breathing grew heavier.
“She has ruined everything. She took the biggest investment opportunity of this century away from me just like that simply because of her lies.”
At once, Deborah and Jessica nodded almost in unison.
“I knew it,” Deborah said bitterly. “I knew that girl was no good.”
Jessica’s face was tight with anger.
“No wonder she refused the Compensation we offered her,” Deborah continued. “No wonder she spoke the way she did. She must have planned all of this from the beginning. That’s why she turned it down so confidently and told us we were going to pay for it.”
Her eyes narrowed as the meaning of Megan’s words settled more deeply in her mind.
“So this is what she meant. This is exactly what she meant.”
Jessica, already seething, stepped in before anyone else could speak.
“I’m not going to sit here and fold my hands while we do nothing,” she said. “That girl deserves to be brought to justice. She has to pay for this.”
Her voice trembled with outrage.
“Think about it everything makes sense now. Liam. Mr. Oliver. Global Investments. Diamond Bank. They’re all connected somehow, directly or indirectly. And now the whole picture is finally becoming clear.”
She looked around the room, searching for agreement.
“So no, we are not going to sit still and pretend there is nothing we can do. We have to act. At the very least, we need to expose her for who she really is a liar, a manipulator, someone who knows exactly how to twist people around her finger.”
Her tone hardened.
“One way or another, we have to stop this nonsense.”
A heavy silence followed.
Then Mr. Bushman slowly cleared his throat.
“Well,” he said, his voice steadier than the others, “since the damage has already been done, then it is left to us to correct it.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“And to do that, we need someone someone very close to Mr. Oliver. Someone who can speak to him on our behalf.”
The room quieted even further as everyone turned to him.
“We need a person,” he continued, “who can at least whisper a few words into Mr. Oliver’s ear and make him reconsider, or hear the truth from us.”
At that, all eyes remained fixed on him.
Deborah frowned slightly before asking, “Do we even have anyone, as things stand now, who can do that? Remember, Mr. Oliver is not an ordinary man. He is a force to be reckoned with. Do you really think anyone would want to get close to him and involve themselves in our situation?”