Chapter 153 Winning the Lawsuit
The icy night wind cut through his collar as Charles settled into the car, when suddenly the rear door was yanked open!
Clara had chased after him, breathless, the forced composure on her face already drowned by panic. She gripped the car door, hissing, "Charles! What did you mean in there? What do you mean about being played for fools? Make yourself clear!"
Charles didn't even lift an eyelid, simply saying to Nathan in the driver's seat, "Drive."
Nathan immediately started the engine.
Clara's fingers dug desperately into the door frame. "Charles, do you know something? Tell me!"
The car began to move slowly, forcing Clara to release her grip and stumble back a step.
The window rolled down slowly, and Charles's face, stunningly handsome yet cold as carved marble in the dim light, turned toward her.
His gaze was like looking at filthy roadside garbage, filled with undisguised contempt and disgust.
"Clara, how does it feel to bask in someone else's glory? To enjoy affection and protection that doesn't belong to you?"
Clara's face instantly turned deathly pale, all color draining away. Her lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.
He really did know! He knew everything!
Charles's lips curved into a cold smile. "What do I mean? You know better than anyone. Instead of questioning me here, you'd better think about how you'll handle yourself when your lies are exposed. Will your family still be able to protect you like they do now?"
He paused, delivering each word like a final judgment, "Take care of yourself."
The window rose mercilessly, cutting off Charles's icy stare and Clara's face, twisted with desperation.
The black Rolls-Royce accelerated away, disappearing into the thick night, leaving Clara standing alone in the bitter wind.
She was finished! Charles knew!
He would definitely tell Emily, maybe even tell Daphne! Her wealth, her dreams of high society—everything would turn to dust!
A few days later, the court ruling was delivered without surprise.
Watson, appearing as legal counsel for Obscura Fashion, took the stand with his flawless logic, perfect chain of evidence, and that crushing presence that completely demolished Genova BioTech and Joshua's desperate arguments.
The judge announced the verdict: Genova BioTech's unilateral breach of contract was established. The company was ordered to immediately restore full supply to Obscura Fashion for Silver Fox, compensate for all losses caused to Obscura Fashion, and bear all litigation costs of this case.
The news swept through the industry like a hurricane.
Everyone was shocked by the immense power behind the Obscura Fashion, which had truly gone head-to-head with Genova BioTech, which was backed by the Scott family, and won so decisively!
More importantly, Watson Smith's name now loomed like an insurmountable mountain, intimidating anyone with ulterior motives.
Those suppliers who had been wavering, or had even shown hesitation or made things difficult for Obscura Fashion under the Scott family's influence, immediately fell silent. They understood with crystal clarity: Obscura Fashion was absolutely not some small player to be manipulated at will! Even the Scott family had suffered a loss in this matter!
The potential raw material blockade against Obscura Fashion was instantly snuffed out by this victory. Several core suppliers' executives even personally called Henry and Emily to express their apologies and desire to strengthen cooperation.
Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys—the effect was immediate.
At Scott Manor, the study's atmosphere was suffocating.
Daphne slammed the electronic copy of the court judgment onto the desk with force.
They had lost!
Genova BioTech had been defeated so thoroughly! Louis had gone this far for Emily's sake! This was tantamount to publicly slapping her and the Scott family across the face!
Clara carefully entered with a cup of coffee. "Aunt Daphne, please don't let this upset you. It's all my fault for causing you trouble."
She gently placed the coffee beside Daphne's hand.
Daphne suddenly looked up at her, her gaze sharper than a blade. Clara's heart lurched, but she forced herself to maintain an innocent expression.
"This trouble was indeed caused by you, wasn't it? If it weren't for you..."
Clara's eyes immediately reddened as she choked out through tears, "Aunt Daphne, I know I was wrong. But I was really doing it for your honor and the Campbell family's dignity! You don't know—Emily is even more arrogant now with Charles backing her! Yesterday, in the socialite circles, I heard Emily was gloating behind the scenes! She's been spreading the word that the Scott family isn't all that impressive, and she even said that as long as Charles is willing, he could bankrupt the Scott family right now!"
Clara's fabrications grew more outrageous, as if Emily had actually said these things.
"She really said that?" Daphne's fury ignited instantly!
"It's absolutely true, Aunt Daphne! Quite a few people in the circle heard it!" Clara looked ready to cry.
"Emily!"
Daphne shot to her feet, slamming her palm on the desk so hard that the delicate coffee cup rattled!
Regardless of whether Clara's identity was real or fake, Emily's name, along with Charles, had become the deepest thorn in her heart and her greatest humiliation!
Watching Daphne's rage, Clara's eyes flashed with satisfaction.
She had succeeded! Daphne's suspicions about her had completely transformed into fury directed at Emily!
"She's humiliating you like this, humiliating the Campbell family and the Scott family—are we just going to let this slide?" Clara continued to fan the flames. "She's so arrogant! I think we should give her a lesson she'll never forget! Let her know which people she can mess with and which she absolutely cannot!"
Daphne stared out the window with sinister eyes.
Teach Emily a lesson? Make trouble for Charles?
Excellent.
She turned to look at Clara. So what if Clara was fake? At least now, her hatred for Emily was real! If she could create problems for Emily and make Charles miserable, then she would be happy!
Besides, she wouldn't have to dirty her own hands.
Daphne's lips curved into a twisted smile. "What do you have in mind for teaching her a lesson?"
"She's so proud of Obscura Fashion's success, isn't she? We'll make her lose face in front of everyone! Let her know the price of crossing the Campbell family and the Scott family!"
Daphne narrowed her eyes, as if seriously considering the proposal's feasibility.
"Exactly! Don't worry, you won't need to get involved personally; no need to dirty your hands. Leave it to me! I'll go find her! I'll give her a lesson she'll remember forever! She'll be too devastated to even cry!"
Daphne fell silent for several seconds.
Let Clara make trouble?
Fine. She might as well see what Clara was capable of. If she couldn't even handle something like this properly, then even if she really was Scarlett's daughter, Daphne wouldn't want to acknowledge her.
Daphne slowly sank back into her chair, picking up the now-cold coffee, her voice returning to its usual elegant tone. "Since you're so eager to defend me, go ahead. Let me see what kind of lesson you can give her."
She spoke as if indulging a child who wanted to step on an ant.
"Yes, Aunt Daphne! Don't worry! I won't disappoint you!" Clara was ecstatic.
'Emily, your doomsday has arrived!'