I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 71

Chapter 8

The next day, news broke that Michael had used my company for illegal fundraising.

Hordes of angry netizens flooded my social media accounts, leaving vile comments.

I watched as usernames-random strings of letters and numbers-kept refreshing, demanding my home address and stirring up public outrage.

It was obvious this was Michael’s doing.

I asked the company’s tech team to track the IPs behind the comments.

Sure enough, they traced back to him.

Everything clicked.

He was trying to get rid of me entirely-not only to escape the illegal fundraising scandal but also to cash in on my life insurance.

But something puzzled me: why was he so devoted to Alice?

Was it just because she was his “true love”?

After all our years together, he could have just divorced me.

Why resort to murder?

There had to be something I didn’t know.

My team dug into Alice’s medical records.

She was clever, avoiding major hospitals and instead visiting a small community clinic.

It turned out she was four months pregnant.

Five years ago, Michael had injured himself while playing frisbee with friends.

The doctor had said he would be fine in everyday life but would no longer be able to father children.

Worried about his feelings, I kept this from him, simply advising him to take it easy and rest,

But every year, I quietly instructed HR to include a fertility test in his company health check.

Every year, the results came back the same: zero.

So how was Alice pregnant?

I laughed bitterly.

“The two of them deserve each other. A perfect match.”

As I investigated further, the public outrage grew louder. Protesters even gathered outside the company, demanding I take responsibility.

Some held signs calling for refunds, while others disrupted business operations entirely.

10.0

Chapter 8

Before leaving for Switzerland, Michael had cited health issues to transfer ownership of the company to me, making me the primary person

responsible.

The shareholders were relentless, piling pressure on me.

“Just admit fault and let Michael come back to handle this.”

“Exactly. A woman running a company? What could you possibly accomplish?”

I calmly stared at their smug, disdainful faces.

“Whether I succeed or fail, I’m still the CEO. Not you.”

“What gives you the right to criticize me?”

When a few of them slammed the table and made moves to intimidate me, the security guards stepped in and escorted them out.

I fired them all on the spot.

They were Michael’s cronies, complicit in his schemes.

From my first day in the company, I’d been collecting evidence against them.

Yesterday, I finally stumbled upon a crucial USB drive.

Apparently, they were so distrustful of each other that they’d created a spreadsheet to document how they split their dirty money.

The evidence on that drive was enough to exonerate me and prove Michael’s illegal fundraising.

But it wasn’t enough.

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