Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 701

"You casually suggested setting up a charitable fund as if it were a trivial matter, so I didn't think much of it or raise my guard. Then, you created a buzz around a horse race, raising the funds to an unexpected 15 million dollars."

Charles smiled as he looked at Emelie, who was sitting across from him. She was a woman who wasn't even 30 yet.

"Let me guess. At least 10 million dollars of that was contributed by your own people, right?"

Emelie smiled but said nothing.

Charles nodded. "And then, you used the excuse of losing the horse race to me as a way to hand over the encryption key."

Instead of giving him the encryption key straight away, losing the race and then handing it over seemed more natural, and that had eased his suspicions.

Every step that Emelie had taken was so seamless and unexpected that it left Charles defenseless.

He sighed. "What's the difference between giving the key to me for safekeeping and handing some cheese to a mouse? You know that I'm already drowning in debt. I'm desperate and out of options, so I was bound to touch the charity funds."

She had left Capebatt City before the bomb had gone off to avoid suspicion. She wanted to ensure that when he needed to borrow money, he wouldn't be able to find her.

Charles admitted defeat. "I've been caught red-handed with the stolen goods at the crime scene. I have nothing to say."

Emelie listened to him without denying a word. This proved that his assumptions were entirely correct.

She said, "During the horse race, I also took the opportunity to assess William's health. It turns out that he really isn't doing well."

Charles laughed even more. "So, it was a double win for you."

Emelie whispered, "Do you want to know who reported your embezzlement?"

Charles, who had been speaking so confidently just moments ago, hesitated for a second and then said, "I don't want to know."

Emelie frowned as if she was troubled. "But she insisted that I tell you after everything was done."

Since Emelie had said "she", it had to be a woman.

Charles froze for a few seconds before lowering his head with a defeated smile. His tears suddenly fell onto the iron chair.

"Please, I'm begging you. Don't tell me."

Emelie gazed at him. His reaction meant that he had already figured out who it was.

Her expression gradually faded until it was entirely blank. Then, she asked calmly, "Does it hurt?"