Chapter 150
Gregory blocked my way on my route to the office.
Looking at the car stopped ahead, my foot on the gas pedal, I really had the urge to just ram straight into it.
But it wasn't worth risking my life for such a scumbag. I rolled down my window, and when he approached, I said coldly, "You still have time to block roads here? Don't say I didn't warn you—if you can't pay back that loan‑shark money, they'll come after you with knives."
Gregory reached out to stop my window from going up, frowning with a sad look on his face. "Emma, I know you're still mad at me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you that way. Please give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?"
I looked him up and down and laughed with contempt. "You? I find you disgusting now."
His face turned bright red, his lips trembling. "I... I... but aren't you with Oscar now? I don't even care about that anymore. We're even now. Emma, we grew up together, and we've always been the couple everyone envied. Even if you hate me, you shouldn't gamble with your own happiness."
"Can't you understand? Gregory, I'm finding you more and more shameless. Get lost, I have a lot of things to do." I grabbed my phone and slammed it hard on his fingers, quickly rolled up the window, hit the gas, and turned the steering wheel to go around him.
Gregory threw himself right in front of my car, looking agitated. "You're lying. If you didn't love me, why would you have them let me go? Emma, you've always been tough on the surface but soft underneath. I don't blame you for the setup—Oscar planned this, not you. Just come back to me, and we'll be like before. Better than before—I'll love you more than ever. Trust me."
His muffled voice came through, leaving me speechless. I didn't need to go easy on him.
I put the car in gear, staring hard at him through the windshield, stepped on the gas, and pushed him onto my hood without slowing down, continuing to drive forward.
When I pulled out from where his car was blocking the road, I hit the brakes. The momentum sent him sliding, rolling off the car and hitting the ground hard.
I reversed, hit the gas, turned the steering wheel, and the car sped away. In the rearview mirror, I could see him on the ground, bent over in pain, clutching his leg, almost rolling on the ground in agony.
When I got to the office, I didn't immediately deal with the tall stack of files piled on my desk. Instead, I made time specifically to handle Gregory's situation.
I was going to make him regret being let out.
#The Novagen Group heir becomes judgment debtor
#The Novagen Group financial situation is real
#The Novagen Group owes massive debts
#The Novagen Group heir suspected of having an illegitimate child
I got in touch with some social media influencers and had them drop a few major bombshells.
Employees laid off by The Novagen Group filed a joint lawsuit alleging the company failed to comply with labor‑law compensation requirements. After the court issued a judgment and they refused to comply, both the company's legal representative and person in charge were put on the blacklist.
There were also blurred-out loan contracts with Gregory's signature clearly visible at the bottom, showing shockingly large amounts.
Finally, there was a video compilation of Gregory and Sophia going in and out of hotels, Gregory accompanying Sophia to the OB-GYN for checkups, and so on.
[This Mr. Lopez was said to be married before, so how is this about an illegitimate child? Isn't the woman in the video his wife?]
[Someone in the know can tell you, the woman in the video is his wife's sister]
[OMG, a sister-in-law and her brother-in-law?! What kind of scandalous news is this?! She's even pregnant?! His wife is so done dirty.]
[Isn't this the second daughter of the Brown Family? I heard she's just a fake heiress who got swapped at birth.]
[What is this, some rich-family fake-heiress drama?]
[What a total scumbag. Feeling so sorry for his wife, stabbed in the back by both the person she loved most and her own family. Hope this goes viral so she can see it.]
[This scumbag and his side chick deserve to be exposed for good. The timestamps at the hospital don't add up—could she have been pregnant more than once?]
[Met her at an event once. Total two-face, all flashy and fake. After the Brown Group got taken over, I heard she ended up in escorting. Not sure if it's true.]
But the real insiders were looking at the hidden information in the scandal.
The loan contract I released cleverly revealed the repayment terms—if the money wasn't paid back on time, The Novagen Group, Gregory, and William would have unlimited joint liability.
When he came back, his embarrassing state at the funeral had already been seen by everyone. The funeral attendees were all either close to the Lopez family or had business connections—gossip had been spreading, and this trending scandal basically confirmed what everyone suspected.
They didn't try to pull the trending topic down right away, didn't try to calm down partners and suppliers, said nothing about cash‑flow issues, and refused all phone calls. All signs pointed to one thing—they had no money.
Smart people knew very well that the company had no ability to repay debts. Pulling out investments now was self-preservation and cutting losses.
Partner companies started issuing termination statements one after another. This large-scale wave of contract cancellations left The Novagen Group unable to resist.
Looking at the various news on my phone, I estimated conservatively that within three days, the Novagen Group would probably have to declare bankruptcy.
Under normal circumstances, declaring bankruptcy could indeed reduce more losses in time, but...
A smile played at the corners of my mouth. They probably wouldn't be able to pull off that plan. When they experienced the debt collectors' methods, I hoped they'd have some ability to handle it.
I probably still overestimated them. By the time I got off work and headed home, it was already very late. I was in a great mood—I even stopped when I saw a kid selling flowers in the cold wind, got out of the car, and kindly bought all his flowers. As I was carrying them home to give to Oscar, I saw some uninvited guests at home.
William and his family members were sitting in the living room, apparently waiting for me to come back.
Could they be here to demand compensation because I ran over Gregory this morning and left him disabled? My eyes immediately went to Gregory, but unfortunately, he was sitting there perfectly fine, looking okay—though I wasn't sure if his brain got damaged.
Seeing me return, William forced a smile, stood up, and said, "You're finally back. Now let's talk about the inheritance my dad left behind."
So they weren't here to hold me accountable for running over Gregory.