Chapter 67 Already Ended Long Ago
As soon as those words left her lips, Matthew's gaze fell on her profile, his expression shifting slightly.
Emily's tone was calm: "He and I ended things long ago. From the moment we signed the divorce papers, Alex and I became complete strangers with no connection whatsoever. Three years of marriage—I gave everything I had to give."
Matthew saw the sense of release in her eyes, and the weight on his heart gently lifted.
He said: "Emmie, I'm really glad you can think this way. You deserve better."
Emily smiled and took a deep breath: "That's exactly why I'm going to Paris—to start a new life."
The two chatted casually when suddenly, Emily's phone vibrated again.
The name "Rachel" flashed on the screen.
Emily raised an eyebrow, somehow detecting urgency in the ringtone itself. "Who's upset our Miss Smith now?"
"Who else! That shameless two-faced Grace!" Rachel practically shouted on the other end.
There was a faint sound of rapid keyboard typing in the background: "Emmie, listen, I've found everything! I have a friend who works in tech—tracking this stuff down is a piece of cake for them!"
Emily's expression grew more serious: "Slow down. You've got solid proof?"
"Crystal clear!" Rachel spoke at lightning speed, pulling up the organized information from her flash drive. "Both trending topics were deliberately bought by someone. And when we hacked into those bot accounts, their payment trails were identical! I followed the IP addresses and transaction records all the way back, and guess what—everything leads to Grace's private account! Though it seems someone else was involved too, so she's not the only source."
Ding—
As she finished speaking, Rachel sent everything directly to Emily's phone.
A flash of surprise crossed Emily's eyes: "Wow, a complete exposé package. Every piece connects."
Suddenly, her eyes grew colder and colder.
She'd suspected Grace all along, but had no proof at the time. She'd planned to just leave for Paris as soon as possible, but Grace just had to stir up trouble.
"Ha." Emily let out a cold laugh. "I bet she's desperate. Like a cornered dog jumping over a wall—resorting to such dirty tricks."
Rachel was nearly exploding with anger on the other end: "She's just jealous! My friend just told me that several media outlets have already received tips, they're just holding off on publishing for now, but it's definitely not going to be anything good..."
Rachel went on a tirade, her words coming at double speed.
And at some point during this, Emily's hand under the table suddenly clenched tight!
Grace was actually using the pregnancy as ammunition?
Though it was still just a vague direction, not confirmed yet.
Emily's eyes were ice-cold.
She could ignore slander against herself, but she would never let anyone throw dirt on her baby!
Matthew, sitting beside her, keenly sensed something was wrong and immediately said: "Emmie, don't get upset, it's not worth it. I'll have the Moore family PR team step in right now and shut down all her channels."
Emily slowly closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she shook her head and spoke calmly: "Rachel, organize all the evidence and send it to me. Since she wants to play this game, let's blow it wide open! Tomorrow morning at ten, if she doesn't delete her posts and apologize, we'll release everything. I want everyone to know who's been putting on an act these three years, and who's been lying!"
"Brilliant, Emmie! I'll send it to you right away." Rachel got so excited she immediately got to work.
After hanging up, Emily gently placed her hand on her belly: [Baby, Mommy won't let anyone hurt you.]
Matthew saw her lost in thought and reminded her: "Call me anytime if you need anything. I'll always be here."
"Okay!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Baker Corporation, top floor office.
The atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.
On the desk was the newly trending topic that had just exploded online.
The assistant stood trembling in the middle of the office: "Mr. Baker, we've investigated everything. We have the complete chain of evidence. Should we release it now?"
A cold fury churned in Alex's eyes: "Who did this."
The assistant fell silent for half a second: "Grace..."
Bang!
Alex instantly hurled the crystal ashtray, smashing it against the wall where it shattered into pieces.
The assistant trembled even more, not daring to say another word.
The investigation results showed that every single trail was connected to Grace!
Alex looked up, his eyes cold as ice: "Freeze all her supplementary cards, zero out the limits. Order the PR department to monitor all her social media activity and every transaction."
"Yes!" The assistant didn't dare say more and immediately went to execute the orders.
The office fell silent again.
Alex closed his eyes, Emily's words echoing repeatedly in his mind: "Even now you don't know—I never eat liquor-filled chocolates. The one who actually likes that brand... is Grace."
He felt an unprecedented irritation.
Three years—he remembered all of Grace's preferences, yet didn't even know what Emily disliked eating.
He owed her too much. He suddenly stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed straight for the parking garage.
At that moment, at the Johnson family home.
After returning, Emily's first task was organizing the data chain, arranging everything by timeline, including all the moments during her marriage when Grace had stirred up trouble on social media.
She hadn't wanted to dig up these old accounts, but Grace insisted on walking into the line of fire.
So she couldn't blame her for this.
Andrew had naturally seen that day's trending topics too. His large hand slammed on the table. "This is complete fabrication! What more is there to say about slander? We must inform the lawyers and make sure they go to prison for life! Emmie, what do you need Dad to help with? The Johnson family's legal team can mobilize at any time!"
Emily looked up from her laptop, smiling brightly: "Dad, I can handle this myself. Besides..."
She paused, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes: "This is a score between her and me. I need to settle it personally."
Andrew froze slightly.
Her?
But Emily didn't elaborate, simply organizing all the evidence and sending it to her private lawyer.
She wasn't in a rush to suppress the trending topics. After all, Alex was implicated too—he'd be even more anxious than she was.
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
When the servant went to answer it, before they could even see clearly, a figure rushed inside.
Emily raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
Grace actually dared to come here?
She stood there with red-rimmed eyes, clutching her belly, looking utterly disheveled: "Emily! You're already divorced—why won't you let go? What did I ever do to you that you had to convince Alex to freeze my cards? Are you satisfied now?"