The Arrogant Store Manager Humiliated a Helpless Old Woman, Completely Unaware She Was the Billionaire Owner's Mother!

Inside the opulent, empty dining hall of the country club, Victor and Chloe waited. However, the pressure of the impending victory was starting to crack their unstable alliance.

"Once he signs the papers, I want the Vice President contract signed immediately," Chloe demanded, glaring at Victor.

Victor chuckled darkly, swirling his whiskey. "Patience, Chloe. You'll get what you deserve. But let's remember who funded this little operation. You were merely the messenger who plugged in a USB drive."

Chloe’s eyes flashed with anger. She had risked federal prison, and Victor was already treating her like a disposable pawn. She quietly reached into her designer handbag and turned on the voice recorder on her phone. If Victor was going to double-cross her, she needed insurance. She needed proof that he created the forged documents.

"I didn't just plug in a drive," Chloe hissed. "I risked my freedom uploading those fake sweatshop invoices you had your Russian hackers create. If I go down, you go down, Victor."

"Nobody is going down!" Victor snapped. "Keep your voice down. The fool will be here any minute to hand over his life's work."

Just outside the heavy oak doors, Alexander stood listening through his earpiece. Maya’s voice crackled in his ear. "Got it, boss. Crystal clear audio of them admitting to the forgery and the hack."