Chapter 35: The False Evidence Is Exposed

Everyone was shocked again.

Who would have thought that the president of White Corporation would use a fake marriage certificate to deceive a woman's feelings!

Alfred's face instantly turned deathly pale, as if someone had stripped him naked in public, all his embarrassment and despicability exposed under the glaring lights.

This was his deepest wound, and the sin he could least face.

"Shut up!" Alfred flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead. He stared hard at Dylan, warning through gritted teeth, "Dylan, don't talk nonsense! Grace is my woman! It's not your place as an outsider to interfere in our business!"

"Outsider?" The warmth in Dylan's eyes completely dropped to freezing point. "You personally pushed her into hell, and now you're pretending to be devoted? If anything happens to her today, Alfred, you're an accomplice too."

Just then, Dylan's phone vibrated.

The lead security guard quickly stepped forward, handing Dylan a tablet. "Mr. Wilson, the tech department recovered the surveillance footage along the route and found the hidden cloud data from Warren's car."

Dylan opened the screen. Though the video was somewhat blurry, it clearly showed Warren roughly dragging an unconscious Grace into the back seat of that black business van at the back door of the film props factory.

Dylan slammed the tablet hard into Warren's face.

The hard screen broke Warren's forehead, and blood immediately streamed down.

"Is this what you call getting out of the car yourself?" Dylan's voice was like a demon from hell. "Warren, what else do you have to say!"

The evidence was irrefutable.

Warren looked at the frozen image on the screen, knowing he couldn't escape the kidnapping charge.

Since he was dead either way, he decided to go all in.

His eyes rolled around, and covering his bleeding forehead, he suddenly let out a nauseating cold laugh.

"Yes! I took her, but she forced me to!" Warren turned the tables, his face full of lewdness and malice. "Mr. Wilson, don't be fooled by this woman's innocent appearance! She's not a good person at all!"

As he spoke, Warren tremblingly pulled out his phone and played an audio file.

In the spacious office, Grace's broken, trembling voice immediately rang out:

"Don't... don't touch me..."

"I'll give you the evidence, I'll give you everything..."

"Don't let them come over, I'll cooperate with you..."

This recording was what Grace had said in the abandoned warehouse when she pretended to compromise to protect herself.

But after Warren's malicious editing, stripped of its context, those fearful trembles sounded more like coy moaning.

When the recording finished, Warren looked up with a shameless, sinister smile. "Mr. Wilson, you heard it, right? She seduced me! This woman is dirty. Checking accounts was fake—climbing into my bed was her real goal! She saw I had money and power, and voluntarily took off her clothes to trade for the evidence in my hands! I couldn't control myself for a moment, that's why I took her away!"

Hearing this recording, Alfred's head buzzed, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

He didn't believe Grace would do such a thing, but he couldn't stand anyone using such filthy words to insult her.

"You're lying! I'll kill you!" Alfred went crazy, trying to break free from the bodyguards to strangle Warren.

But after hearing this recording, Daphne seemed to have caught something huge. Her eyes flashed with excitement and jealousy. Pointing at Warren on the ground, she turned to Dylan and shouted loudly, "Dylan, did you hear that! This is the woman you've taken a liking to!"

She walked up to Dylan in a few steps, her expression agitated, her tone full of self-righteous heartbreak. "She's not only a second-hand married woman, but also a shameless slut! For money and evidence, she'd even seduce this kind of lowlife! Dylan, please see her true face and stop making mistakes for this disgusting woman!"

Alfred's eyes were so red they seemed ready to drip blood. That maliciously edited recording was like a rusty saw, frantically tearing at his already damaged nerves.

He absolutely didn't believe Grace would seduce this disgusting scumbag for some evidence.

That was Grace, whom he'd loved for so many years. He knew her pride and dignity better than anyone.

"You're lying!" Alfred's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.

Like a mad dog driven into a corner, he suddenly broke free from the two security guards behind him.

The bodyguards clearly hadn't expected a pampered CEO to explode with such strength, and couldn't stop him in time.

Alfred strode forward, grabbed Warren by the collar, and forcibly lifted him from the ground.

"What are you to dare touch her?!" Alfred gritted his teeth. "Speak! Where exactly is Grace! Where did you hide her! If you don't hand her over today, I'll destroy you right now!"

Before he finished speaking, Alfred's fist had already slammed heavily into Warren's face.

Warren screamed, his cheekbone instantly swelling high, and teeth mixed with blood sprayed from his mouth.

Warren saw stars from the beating, but he knew he absolutely couldn't show weakness now.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and using Alfred's punch as momentum, fell to the ground and started frantically muddying the waters.

"Help! Murder!" Warren covered his face, screaming with his broken voice while howling on the ground, pointing at Alfred and cursing, "What kind of lunatic are you! This is Starlight Entertainment, not your place to run wild! Mr. Wilson, are you just going to watch this outsider hit people on our turf? This is completely unprovoked assault!"

He tried to shift the conflict this way, portraying Alfred as an unreasonable madman to cover up the fact that he had kidnapped Grace.

However, Dylan just stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his suit pocket.

His eyes were as cold as if looking at a pile of stinking garbage.

To him, letting Alfred, this mad dog, bite Warren, who wouldn't cry until he saw his coffin, was actually a time-saving and efficient method.

Dylan could keep his composure, but Daphne on the side couldn't stand it.

Seeing Alfred being so arrogant on the Wilson family's turf, anger rose in her heart.

What made her even more jealous was that this crazy man was also doing this for that bitch Grace! Why did all men revolve around that woman?

"Stop it right now!" Daphne stepped forward in her high heels, pointing at Alfred's nose and warning sternly, "Stop making a scene here! Open your eyes and see clearly—this is Starlight Entertainment under the Dai family, not White Corporation! If you want to go crazy, go back to your own home. Don't dirty our place!"