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They Wanted Her Gone, Now They Kneel by Evelyn Marlowe novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 The Storm Begins

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As the room fell quiet again, a sharp scoff escaped Taylor’s lips.

Connor immediately came to his senses and tried to compose his expression.

He turned and smiled politely.

“I didn’t expect such a misunderstanding to arise. I’ll do everything I can to resolve the issue and cooperate fully. I hope your company won’t dismiss Jude Group entirely over something so minor.”

Taylor looked him up and down.

He truly couldn’t understand.

That sweet, soft, yet resilient little sister of his had refused to return to Jandale… for this guy?

Back then, because Scarlett had threatened to cut ties if he came to Trenwyn, he’d stayed away.

He’d always thought of her as a cabbage being devoured by a pig.

But now?

Connor wasn’t even worthy of being called a pig.

“You think I’m bored enough to call the cops and arrest someone without solid evidence?”

If Scarlett hadn’t insisted on handling this herself-

With just a wave of his hand, he could’ve ruined them all.

“No, Commissioner, I mean… maybe someone framed Rebecca-”

Taylor nearly laughed at his stupidity.

“Sounds like Mr. Connor might need a few more years of education.”

Connor went quiet.

“As for the damages,” Taylor’s eyes grew even colder, “my assistant has already compiled the necessary forms. Mr. Connor must pay within one month.”

He paused.

Then stood.

All at once, his aura of nobility transformed into overwhelming pressure.

It came crashing down like a tidal wave.

No one dared lift their head.

“This matter…”

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Chapter 110 The Storm Begins

Connor lowered his gaze. The invisible weight made it feel like he was drowning in a tsunami.

His mind went blank. His tongue was tied in knots.

“Could we maybe…

If Lane Group pursued this fully, regardless of whether Rebecca was framed-

Jude Group had already submitted the proposal. The plagiarism was undeniable.

Damages had to be paid.

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But Jude Group was in a critical growth stage. Losing tens of millions-or even hundreds of millions-in cash flow could collapse the entire operation.

At the thought, Connor forced himself to take several deep breaths.

Only then did his heart feel like it could beat again.

“If the deal can’t be saved, maybe we can preserve goodwill. Could we speak to Lane Group’s upper management and-”

You don’t want to pay?”

Taylor mocked him without mercy.

Can dish it out but can’t take it?”

No! Connor hurried to deny it. “I just… I just—”

Mr. Connor, everything will proceed according to protocol,” Taylor said, turning his head slightly.

That pressure followed like a shadow.

Connor didn’t even dare speak up.

“And another thing…”

Taylor stepped forward.

He was taller than Connor.

The height difference alone exerted a natural dominante.

Connor didn’t dare move.

Every action would be under the man’s scrutiny-

Every subtle reaction would expose his panic.

“The Lane family is currently preparing for the return of their heiress. We don’t have time to deal with your little drama. The Lane Group legal team will contact you directly. How you choose to handle it is none of my business. What information they receive, and under what charges they decide to sue, also has nothing to do with me.”

With that, Taylor sneered again and left the lounge.

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Chapter 110 The Storm Begins

Only then did Connor realize-

His entire back was drenched in cold sweat.

His heart had practically stopped.

He slumped onto the couch behind him.

The panic gradually gave way to clarity.

What he’d said earlier to defend Rebecca had, in effect, ndermined Lane Group’s investigation.

Taylor’s anger made perfect sense.

And just now, he’d been so afraid that Jude Group would go bankrupt over this-

It had felt like plunging into an icy abyss.

But now that he thought it through, there was still room to maneuver.

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