“They Dragged Her Out as Trash… Then a Billionaire CEO Bowed to Her in the Parking Lot”

A collective inhale.

Someone dropped a fork.

Darnell’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as if his brain couldn’t decide which reality to accept.

Theodore’s voice carried, smooth and cold.

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to formally introduce Simone Witmore Carter. My daughter. My heir. The majority shareholder of Whitmore Enterprises.”

Darnell’s face drained of color.

Kenneth looked like he’d been punched by a ghost. Vanessa lowered her phone for the first time, suddenly aware that recording this might destroy her.

Loretta’s lips parted. “No… no, that’s not—”

“It is,” Theodore said simply. “And now we’re going to talk about the things you did when you thought she had no power.”

Theodore nodded.

His head of security stepped forward with a folder.

“And Rochelle Banks,” Theodore continued, “is not Rochelle Banks.”

Rochelle’s eyes widened. “That’s a lie.”