A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 

Mr. Webb pulled out a copy of an A document from his briefcase 

I saw my signature on it, along with the purpose of the fund transfer –“Investment in Linden Group XX Project as a partner’s capital contribution.” 

Texhaled deeply in rebet.. 

1. Webb was all smiles. “It’s written clearly here, and we also have records showing this amount was transferred directly to Linden Group’s official account. This makes it indisputable “Thank you, Mr Webb,” I said gratefully 

He replied. “No need to thank me–thank the regulations in place. Otherwise, if you’d transferred the funds directly to Elijah’s personal account, it could have been considered a gift.” Suddenly, the tension in Mr. Webb’s team lifed considerably. Then he asked, “Ms. York, is it true that you’ve experienced memory loss?” 

Mr. Webe’s expression named serious “You must not let Elijah know about your memory loss. This detail could be very detrimental to you. His lawyers might use it against you in court.” 

“Absolutely. If your testimony doesn’t align with the facts, they could argue that your statements are unreliable. That would severely impact your case in terms of property 

I quickly agreed. After a moment of thought, I pulled up Jocelyn’s recent post on my phone and showed it to Mr. Webb. He reviewed it and then discussed it with his team. 

me, he said, “From now on, Ms. York, please refrain from making any statements on any public platforms. We’ll need to manage your accounts to avoid any missteps. 

He instructed his “Tratta public statement for Ms. York to sign and post” 

Then, be added. “Make sure the statement in flawless. It should elicit empathy and position Ms. York as the wronged parry.” 

Then swift, profecistal response treasured me. 

Teri leaned over, pointing at the screen “Mr. Webb, take a look at these. They’re evidence of Elijah’s affairs” 

Leaving the makeshift meeting room. I wandered into the kitchen and poured myself a drink 

My mind was blank. It had been over a month since my attempted suicide and subsequent memory loss, and it still felt like I was stuck in a dream. 

upon waking, I would still be the pathetic, disgraced eldest daughter of the York family, mocked by everyone. 

I rubbed my phone between my fingers, staring at a number saved there–a namber I couldn’t bring myself to call it was Jonathan’s 

I’d opened and loved the contact countless times, torn between the urge to reach out and the fear of his rejection. 

The same be other who had once locked down a door to rescue me in my most desperate moment, yet now refused to see me. 

I had asked Logan about it more than once, but he never gave me an answer. I’deven asked Ter, but the evaded the topic entirely, unwilling to see me hurt.