The board members fell silent, and even the reporters didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.
What Logan said... made too much sense.
Whether or not Logan had cheated was still up for debate, but even if he had, the one person with the least right to lecture him about it was Amelia.
Amelia herself was the other woman. Daniel was the classic cheating scumbag who wanted to have it all, and they had the audacity to talk about how shameless cheating was?
Amelia froze for a second, realizing Logan had steered her right into a trap. She took a deep breath.
"Fine, maybe I don’t have the right to say this—but Selina and Chairman Morris do, don’t they? Morris Family is here today, why don’t we let them speak?"
As soon as she finished, the conference room doors swung open.
Reporters turned their heads to see Joe and Hannah walking in—with "Selina" between them.
Joe’s face was full of anger.
"Logan, let’s clear this up right here and now. This also concerns Reid Group’s reputation. The board won’t object to that, right?"
Director Cole furrowed his brow, about to speak, but stopped when he saw Jack shake his head.
Logan curved his lips in a calm smile.
"Sure."
"Good," Joe snapped, barely keeping his temper in check. "Logan, I won’t make things hard for you. Just explain this to me—what’s this about you cheating?!"
Logan didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked in return,
"I’d like to ask Selina—when did I cheat? And with whom did I supposedly cheat?"
The impostor’s scalp prickled.
Others might not catch the nuance, but she understood perfectly well.
Logan knew she wasn’t Selina. He knew Sophia was the real Selina. And if Logan and Sophia were close—that wasn’t "cheating" at all. Sophia was his wife. How could there be "infidelity" in that?
But—but...
The impostor clenched her teeth. No. She couldn’t show fear.
She lifted her chin, trying to look like a fragile but unyielding little white flower.
"Logan, the reason I came here today isn’t to scold you for cheating, nor to demand you ’take responsibility.’ I... I came here to report you!"
Logan didn’t get angry. He merely raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Report me for what?"
"For... for..."
Everyone stared at her.
The impostor closed her eyes for a second, then forced herself to sound righteous and resolute.
"For murder and corruption!"
Logan’s gaze turned cold in an instant.
The room froze.
People thought they’d misheard.
Wait—did Mrs. Reid just say she was reporting Mr. Reid... for murder and corruption?
How was that even possible?!
Reporters exchanged looks, wide-eyed. They hadn’t expected the board to back Logan, only for his own wife to accuse him of murder.
The impostor bit her lip, her face a mask of pained struggle.
"Logan, my conscience just couldn’t take it anymore. We can’t keep covering this up—if someone’s been killed, then the killer has to pay! I just... I just think you don’t deserve this position. You’re unfit for it!"
Her voice shook, and fear flickered in it. She knew she was lying, but she had no way out.
"Logan... there are so many things others don’t know. But... but I do."
She paused dramatically, then spoke again.
"I don’t know if everyone remembers... three years ago, when Reid Group was developing the southern business district... two workers died on-site..."
A glint of ice and bloodlust flashed in Logan’s eyes.
The people in the room froze. They knew that incident. But hadn’t it already been resolved?
HZ Group—the supplier of the building materials—had been cutting corners and pocketing profits. Their materials were substandard, their scaffolding unstable, and they demanded construction start anyway.
The result: two workers fell to their deaths.
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