Chapter 112. War on stage

Chapter 112. War on stage
The cameras used to shine like lightning.

Vera stood before the press, her face was calm, her black suit was sharp against bright light. Inside, his heart increased so hard that he feared that the microphone would pick it up. But she was not an eye. She could not tolerate

He had a wall of files behind it, thick folders filled with documents. evidence. Truth. Weapon.

"Good morning," she started, her voice was clean and stable. "Today, I speak not only as the wife of Vera Andres, Raymond Andres, but as the right successor to Andress Legacy. For a very long time, lies and betrayal poisoned our family. It ends today."

The reporters bowed forward, clicking on the camera non-stop flying across their pads.

He lifted the first file. "Financial documents here are Francis and Diana said that it seems that I embezzle money. For years, they have fed the media to decide their names. Today, I will reveal them."

He opened the file showing the signature, date, discrepancies. The screen lit up with scanned pages. Panting through the crowd.

"And this," he said, holding another folder, "there is proof of his secret accounts. Money laundered, deals with our enemies. He has betrayed not only me, but also this whole family and empire."

Reporters shouted at each other with questions.

"Mrs. Andres, do you have evidence that Francis himself has approved these accounts?"

"Is it true that Diana staged pregnancy to secure electricity?"

"Are you saying that your own family has fallen?"

Vera raised her hand, silenced the storm. "I am telling the truth. And if someone suspects me, I have enough evidence here to bury them in court."

The room was echoing like a hive.

But before the next wave of questions could strike, the doors were open.

Francis went inside.

The room froze. The cameras whispered, shutter shutdown. Francis, tall, confident, wearing an ideal suit, walking further as anarchy was a red carpet, which was kept for him. Diana chased her side, her smile was sharp as glass.

"Ah, Vera," Francis said smoothly. "What a show. You always loved drama."

The reporters panting, raced to catch every word.

Vera's pulse made a hammer, but she was not. "This is not a drama. This is the truth. And you are finished."

Francis nodded his head. "Truth? Or its version?" He raised his hand, and took out the same folded paper from his briefcase. "Because I also have something. Your dear grandfather is left behind."

Vera froze.

Letter.

He crooked it, smiling brutally. "Acceptance of Edgar Andres. He admitted that Andres Fortune was betrayed. He did injustice to my father. That my family's suffering was your legacy."

The crowd erupted. Reporters shouted, the cameras almost fell from the tripod.

"Is this true, Mrs. Andres? Has your grandfather stolen from Francis's family?"

Francis stepped closer, taking her voice to noise. "Your empire was built on blood and lies. And now, Vera, you want to play saint? No, you are nothing more than a thief's daughter. Whatever you are is with me."

Diana smiled next to her, her eyes shining with Vijay. "Tell them, Vera. Tell them that you are living on stolen money. Tell them that Raymond has just a mask to hide your marriage crime."

The wind cracked with stress. Reporters carried forward the microphone, desperate to respond to it.

Vera's throat was tightened. It is a matter of anger, sorrow, shame that everyone was fighting inside him. But he forced his chin, cutting his voice through chaos.

"Yes," he said, stable but fierce. "My grandfather did wrong. He committed sin. He made this empire with betrayal. But his sins are not mine. I will not let the past define the future. And I will not let men turn it into another weapon to destroy you."

His eyes were burnt in Francis. "If blood built this empire, I will clean it. If the lie poisoned it, I would burn them. But you, Francis -You will never get what you tried to steal.

The crowd roars, divided between shock and fear.

Francis's smile stuttered for the first time. Diana's nails dug into her arm, her eyes panicked.

Vera bent forward, her words sharp as a blade. "You can highlight the past. I will expose the present. And the world will see who is really worthy of leading."

The cameras used to shine bright. The war had left the shadow. Now, it was being fought on the stage.

But as soon as Vera left the press hall, her chest was burning with fury and adrenaline, she did not wait in the corridor.

A man in black, holding a phone, was speaking quietly.

"He took the bait," he whispered. "The world now believes in the letter. Francis will strike tonight."

He turned, his face hidden under a hat, and went into the shadow.
Vera replaces the press against Francis and Diana, but Francis turns the letter into a weapon, and a secret colleague in the shadows prepares the next strike.