Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430 The Truth

to save your own skin!”

His boot slammed into the iron gate.

The impact rang out like a gunshot.

My assistant flinched and grabbed my arm, pulling me half a step back.

I didn’t move.

I looked at the man steadily through the bars.

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“The police are right here,” I said, gesturing toward the officers standing along the perimeter. “I have no

reason to fabricate anything. None.”

I turned away from him and faced the full row of cameras and reporters directly.

“Since everyone wants answers,” I said, “I’ll give them in real time. I’m starting a live broadcast right now.

I’m not going anywhere until the truth is out in the open. Every camera, every screen – I’ll be right here.”

The reporters blinked.

For exactly two seconds, nobody moved.

Then the chaos started – but a different kind of chaos.

Reporters grabbed their phones, calling editors and producers, voices low and urgent. Live broadcasts required immediate authorization. But if they waited for approval and Amelia was already on air, they’d lose the story entirely.

One by one, the cameras locked into position.

Tripods snapped open. Earpieces went in. Producers gave the go–ahead through crackling feeds.

Within four minutes, every major outlet had their live stream running.

Every single lens was pointed at me.

I turned and nodded to my assistant.

He and two technicians wheeled the faulty device forward – one of the units pulled from the recall batch, sitting on a flat cart, its casing intact.

“I’m going to disassemble this device right here,” I said to the cameras. “In front of everyone. And I’m going to show you exactly where the data anomaly originated and why.”

The middle–aged man shoved forward again, rattling the gate with both hands.

“My wife is dead! My son is dead!” His voice broke. “You think taking apart a machine fixes that? I want answers, not a science lesson!”

I looked at him.

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That last comment started getting shared.

The numbers next to it climbed fast.

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I already knew everything about this case.

I had known before I walked out here today.

During the investigation into our competitors, I had traced this particular death all the way back to the

beginning.

The victim was a thirty–eight–year–old woman. This had been her third pregnancy. The first two hadn’t

survived, for different reasons. This time, the family had pushed to continue because the fetus was male.

During delivery, the device failure delayed emergency response. She didn’t make it.

That was the tragedy.

What came after was something else entirely.

The family had already gone to the hospital after her death. They had made noise, they had filed

complaints, and they had received a settlement. A real one. Documented.

And now here they were again – same faces, same photographs, same screaming – but this time outside

our gates.

I had people watching them for the past week.

I knew exactly when Griffin Drake’s money hit their account.

I knew the amount.

I knew which shell company it came from.

I stood here today with one purpose.

Not to defend Stone Botanicals.

Not to manage the PR fallout.

I was here to close every exit Griffin had left himself.

He thought he could use grieving people as weapons and stay invisible behind them.

He was wrong.

There were eyes in this crowd that reported back to him. I knew that too.

Good.

Let him watch.

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(Griffin’s POV)

The message came in from the operative embedded in the crowd.

*She opened a live stream. All media on site are broadcasting in real time.*

Griffin set his phone down.

“Bring me a laptop,” he said.

Someone placed it in front of him within thirty seconds.

He pulled up one of the broadcast feeds and watched.

The screen showed Amelia standing inside the iron gate of Stone Botanicals.

Dozens of cameras pointed at her.

The crowd was loud. The gate was shaking. Someone was screaming directly into her face.

She stood there like none of it touched her at all.

Her expression was composed. Her posture was straight. Her eyes were steady.

Griffin stared at her face.

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The hatred moved through him slowly – not hot, not explosive, but cold and dense, settling into his chest

like something permanent.

*Go ahead,* he thought.

*Make all the noise you want.*

*I want to see how you clean up this mess.*

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