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The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday novel Chapter 90

Johanna clung on with the audacity of a leech, saying, "Freya, I know you're eyeing the family fortune, but let's face it. You're a girl. When have you seen a woman lead a business and command respect? Let's wait for Leland to come of age, and we can discuss it then."

Freya had long known Johanna was shameless, but it didn't matter. She was there to crush Johanna's delusional hopes of inheriting the Dawson Group.

"Even if we hadn't signed a contract, Johanna, you still wouldn't stand a chance of taking over the Dawson Group," Freya said coldly.

At that, Johanna's eyes widened in disbelief. "Freya! What are you implying?"

All eyes turned to Freya.

Seeing the tension, Galen stepped forward to mediate. "Ms. Dawson, you're young, and Mrs. Sutton is only trying to do what she thinks is best for the Dawson Group..."

Before Galen could finish, Freya cut him off sharply, "Galen, in this boardroom, the last person who should be defending Johanna is you."

"Ms. Dawson, what... what do you mean by that?" Galen was confused.

Freya smiled and said, "Family matters should ideally stay within the family. I was trying to let Johanna save face, but you guys really crossed the line, coming at me and demanding the company like that."

"Freya! Your words are too harsh!" Johanna wanted to say more, but Freya gave Alison a look.

With a few clicks on her computer, Alison brought up the office security footage on the screen. The video showed Galen and Johanna getting intimately close by the office desk.

The room's atmosphere shifted as people watched, their expressions turning sour.

Many in the room were loyal to Freya's father and were visibly uncomfortable seeing his widow in such a compromising position with another man.

The affair between Johanna and Galen was an open secret among the staff, though the higher-ups had been kept in the dark.

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