The screens showed wire transfers, fake invoices, shell corporations, and the luxury properties bought in Kara’s name.

Every file carried clear timestamps, digital signatures, and matching corporate bank accounts. The hall fell silent as the room absorbed it.

Edwin stared at the display as if the crimes belonged to another man, watching his moment of glory curdle into a public unmasking.

Donald stepped to the podium. “By the explicit instructions of the late George Stanford, Miss Camila Stanford is the rightful owner of eighty percent of the parent company. Effective immediately, Edwin is stripped of all executive authority and removed from his position.”

A wave of furious murmurs rolled through the crowd.

Edwin gripped the podium, his hands shaking. “This whole presentation is a lie,” he shouted. “Camila knows nothing about running a business. She’s an unemployed housewife.”