Following the burial service, Camila officially assumed legal control over eighty percent of the Stanford Empire. However, she refrained from ordering Edwin’s immediate arrest because she wanted him to expose the full extent of his vanity first.
Donald devised a brilliant trap involving a fake mega-project named Riverfront Towers, which was falsely advertised as a multibillion-dollar real estate venture. Edwin received leaked confidential documents and instantly believed he had secured the exclusive development contract.
To prove his financial capabilities, Edwin rashly mortgaged every remaining asset, pledged machinery he did not own, and borrowed fifty million dollars from dangerous private lenders. He was fully convinced that a massive upfront payment would soon solve all his personal debts.
A week later, Edwin hosted a lavish press conference to publicly sign the grand contract in front of prominent investors and media crews. He proudly announced to the entire room that he was being appointed as the regional director of the project.
At precisely 9:30 AM, just as Edwin raised a golden pen to sign the agreement, the double doors of the banquet hall burst open.
Camila walked briskly down the aisle wearing a tailored burgundy suit, flanked by a squad of corporate lawyers, forensic accountants, and armed security personnel.
Edwin dropped his golden pen in complete shock.
Camila walked directly onto the elevated stage, slammed a black USB drive onto the podium, and spoke into the microphone.
“Before anyone signs this contract, I believe the public deserves to know who actually funded this entire firm, and who systematically stole every single dollar from it,” Camila announced boldly.
The giant presentation screens instantly illuminated behind them, leaving Edwin paralyzed with fear as his darkest secrets were displayed.
PART 3
The massive display screens showed explicit proof of wire transfers, fake invoices, shell corporations, and luxury properties bought in Kara’s name. Every single file contained clear timestamps, digital signatures, and matching corporate bank accounts.
The entire banquet hall fell into absolute silence as everyone processed the damning evidence.
Edwin stared at the screen as if looking at another man’s crimes, realizing that his grand moment of glory had turned into a public nightmare where he was exposed as a pathetic fraud.
Donald stepped up to the podium and spoke firmly into the microphone.
“By the explicit instructions of the late George Stanford, Miss Camila Stanford is the rightful owner of eighty percent of the parent company,” Donald announced clearly. “Effective immediately, Edwin is stripped of all executive authority and removed from his position.”
A sudden wave of furious murmurs echoed throughout the massive audience.
Edwin gripped the wooden podium tightly while his hands trembled violently.
“This entire presentation is a ridiculous lie,” Edwin shouted desperately. “Camila knows absolutely nothing about running a business because she was just an unemployed housewife.”
Camila looked at him with icy calm and spoke with unwavering authority.
“I hold a master’s degree in corporate finance from Columbia University and worked in London for three years before I ever met you,” Camila revealed firmly. “I put my career on hold because I foolishly believed our marriage deserved a fair chance, so never mistake my love for incompetence.”
Edwin opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out of his throat.
Camila picked up the physical contract for Riverfront Towers and held it up high.
“This development project never existed, as it was merely a comprehensive integrity audit designed to catch you,” Camila explained coldly. “You eagerly accepted leaked documents, offered illegal bribes, and pledged assets that never belonged to you while taking loans from dangerous lenders.”
In the front row, several senior managers lowered their heads in utter shame, while others hastily pulled out their phones to check if their names appeared in the fraud files.
Julian connected a second drive that displayed the full theft of forty million dollars along with the receipts for the Midtown penthouse.
“All of those missing funds were taken directly from employee payrolls and basic safety equipment,” Camila continued loudly. “While hard-working laborers waited months for their wages, you were busy spending stolen cash on luxury trips, jewelry, and sports cars.”
The crowd exploded into violent anger as angry workers began shouting at the stage.
“You stole our hard-earned bonuses!” an angry foreman screamed from the back.
“You told us the firm was completely broke!” another employee yelled in outrage.
Edwin began sweating profusely as his arrogance completely shattered, forcing him to quickly change his approach.
“Camila, my sweet love,” Edwin pleaded with a fake smile as he stepped toward her. “We can easily resolve all of these misunderstandings at home, since we are still married and everything I did was aimed at building a better life for us.”
Camila let out a cold, bitter laugh that echoed through the speakers.
“A better life for us?” she asked mockingly. “For five whole years you allowed your cruel mother to call me a parasite, allowed your sister to steal my personal belongings, and used my family’s money to finance your mistress, before forcing me to crawl under a dog the night my father died.”
The audience gasped in horror at the shocking revelation of his cruelty. Edwin looked around frantically, realizing that nobody in the room held a shred of respect for him anymore.
“I was heavily intoxicated that night,” Edwin stammered weakly. “I did not realize what I was doing.”
“You knew exactly what you were doing,” Camila corrected sharply, “because you thoroughly enjoyed every second of my torment.”
At that exact moment, Kara burst through the back doors with ruined makeup and messy hair.
