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After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 21
Bethany sighed. “You're right. This is too much for someone to have. Especially someone with a job like his, or status like his. I'll look into the matter.” “I'm coming with you. There's no need to worry, okay? We are going to uncover all that's needed. You don't need to worry.” There were no words, silence reigned, and she sighed. “Fine. Then let's get moving. Whatever we need isn't going to be found out here, we both know that.” “Yeah, you're right,” Bethany responded as she pushed herself up from her head alongside Henry. They walked towards the door, and then he paused. “Let's take my car. I'll be delighted to drive you.” He added. Not really having a choice, she decided to let him tag along, but warned him sternly. “I'll be the one doing the topic. There's no need for you to put your mouth in businesses that do not concern you, and also, I'll ensure that everything is uncovered if you cooperate.” Henry smirked. “You wouldn't even know I'm here, but there are so many houses
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 22
Bethany looked around to see that there were more suitcases stuffed with letters when she tried to open them. At some point, she got tired. She squeezed her face, and immediately fisted her hands. However, she wanted to make sure the investigation was complete. “What if the letter was something bad. You should check it out. Maybe there's more. Let's pour out the letters, check deeper. Something's definitely wrong.” He urged and the next thing she did shocked him. She walked over to where the letters were and made sure to pick them up, and then she stared at the envelope for a few seconds before pulling out the letter that was inside. Bethany's eyes darted around the lines, and the frown that was there slowly started to turn into a smile. She stared at the letter with so much compassion it got him worried about what it might be. “What does the letter say? Does it incriminate him?” Henry asked. He seemed more interested in what the letter was saying, so he inched closer to
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 23
“You must actually be kidding me. Do you think I would want to cover up a crime? Checking those boxes will take forever, and you want us to do that now because you're insecure, or sure of a crime when clearly the letter says it's for charity.” He frowned. “That's the point. The letter. That letter contained a huge help that he offered. How was he able to get that kind of money? The case isn't closed. If you close down the case then I guess it's because you want to, but as for me, I don't think I want the case closed now until every letter is open.” His voice was certain, with no remorse. Bethany clenched her fists, her glare sharp. As much as she wanted to argue, she knew Henry had a point. Still, the thought of dragging her team into unnecessary trouble made her hesitate. She sighed, anxiety settling in her chest. She had made a promise to herself to make sure Norman comes out of prison, but she still needs to follow certain procedures. “You know why I’m doing this,” Henry said fi
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 24
Mr Lucas the mayor was now seated with Mr Havold, Henry's father. They seemed to be having a good time, sipping wine, and enjoying themselves.A laugh erupted from Lucas' lips. He was the happiest at this time. However, Havold was quiet, watching him speak. “I must say, your son is really something. He was the one who uncovered everything. I'm so proud of him. You must be really proud as well.” Havold chuckled. He seemed to be enjoying the conversation. His eyes were fixed on the mayor who was still busy praising his son.“Yes of course I'm proud of my son. Besides, he was the reason a fraud star like Norman was caught. I really want to make sure he stays in jail forever. Thankfully he has video evidence that can change everything. But it's not such a big deal.”Lucas raised his brows. “What did you say, not a big deal? Are you kidding me?” Lucas exclaimed it seemed he had a lot in mind as well. His lips were parted, and he stared at Havold for a while. It seemed Havold wasn't as i
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 25
Havold was seated in the conference where a lot of big shots had been announced. He couldn't help but look around, and smile. This was his moment to shine, and his son had given that opportunity, he was going to make the best of it.Soon, their family name was going to spread, and a lot of people were going to know their family name for the good things they did, with the positive reviews from the public, they'll become one of the most important people in society.A smirk plastered on their lips, and there was a bit of confusion. No one knew what was actually going on here, at least not yet. There were many murmurs. Some say that Havold had come to tell the truth.Suddenly, Havold cleared his throat, his eyes glued to the crowd.“Good day ladies, and gentlemen, distinguished guests, and even Amazon journalists. I want to thank you for honouring my person, and for coming here to uncover the mask of a very corrupt man.” He spoke with a loud voice that demanded attention.As soon as he s
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 26
“ma'am, can you please give us the information we want to hear? You being quiet doesn't really confirm anything.” Immediately that way said, Bethany raised her head, and handed a white envelope that has been in her hands for a while. “Take this, and read it to the world. This is what we have been seeing. Letters like this.” She expressed, passing another angry gaze at Henry before walking away. Her hands were shaking, and she wanted nothing more than to leave that place.Immediately the journal list got her eyes on the letter, she turned towards the camera, and started reading the inked letters. However, at some point, she frowned, but didn't stop reading.“Thank you, Mr Norman for all you do. My family would never stop being grateful for all the things you have done for them. You have shown them that there's always someone with a difference. You are that person.” She gaped, but then the bank officials went in with some of the other officials it seemed they wanted to see things for
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 27
Havold couldn't contain himself in the car. His eyes darkened, and he tried to understand himself. There was something definitely going on, something that nobody understood.It wasn't as easy as expected, and things were going haywire. As soon as he got to Lucas’s office, he didn't wait for his presence to be told. He rushed into the office, and rushed to where Lucas was seated.“Did you see what happened out there? Why didn't you tell me about you knowing the truth?” Lucas' eyes widened. “How did you know that? Yes I knew the truth, but I didn't know how to approach you, but come on. You were already in the conference. Your phone wasn't even being passed to you no matter how many times I called.”With that, he immediately slammed both hands on the table. Havold wasn't having it. He had a fixed expression. His eyes turned dark, and he immediately demanded to know why he was quiet all the while.“You knew this was going to happen and at the end of the day, you didn't even bother to te
After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness Chapter 28
“You have us unverified information. I believe very well that this was your fault. Come on, you have to understand that there are a lot of things involved here.”He nodded. “ I admit that it was both of our fault, but I have a solution. How about we do something about the people. We bring up those that are against normal. I know they'll support us. How about we make them know who's boss?”“You're right. I think there's a way to make that happen. It's all a matter of time. I'll get in contact with some of the men, and ensure they all find something to charge him with.”He was bragging hard, but Havold listened to everything that was being said. “Listen anyway you do it, as long as it is in my favour, then I don't care. I don't want to have to hear anything about being impeached.”Lucas gulped. “There's no problem. Everything is going to be fine. I have a feeling it's going to be.” “Better.” Havold replied, and walked away from there. He hated everything that was happening, and couldn
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