Chapter 930 Vincent's Acting Explodes
Lily clung to Vincent, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come, but the Powell family didn't want to lose our partnership with the Murrays."
Vincent was furious. He tried to push Lily away, but she held on tight. "Vincent, I'm sorry, I should have told you."
"Lily, if you don't respect yourself, no one else will," Vincent finally managed to break free. He turned to leave. "Think about what you're doing. The Murray family is rotten to the core. Keep working with them, and they'll destroy you."
"Don't leave me!" Lily grabbed him from behind, sobbing. At this point, any partnership with the Murrays was clearly over, and she couldn't afford to lose Vincent too. "I won't work with them anymore, I promise."
Vincent sighed heavily. "Stop putting yourself in dangerous situations."
Lily nodded tearfully as Vincent handed her a tissue.
"What do we do now?" she asked, looking at Beck's unconscious form on the floor.
"We call the police. He attempted to assault you, I defended you—he's legally responsible." Vincent motioned for his assistant to make the call.
Lily looked shocked. "The police? But..."
She knew that involving law enforcement would permanently destroy any chance of reconciliation between the Powell and Murray families.
"What? You don't report something like this, you're just enabling him. Unless you think..." Vincent's expression darkened.
"No, we should call the police," Lily quickly agreed, afraid of what Vincent might think.
Outside, reporters were waiting—Vincent had brought them deliberately. The Murray family's scandal needed to be public knowledge, not just a private matter.
Like father, like son—the Murray men would ultimately be destroyed by their treatment of women.
At Cunningham Group headquarters, Edward called an emergency meeting. Their shipping containers had been found with dangerous contraband at customs, causing a massive scandal. The Cunningham Group was implicated, and the media was having a field day.
Someone was clearly targeting them.
"This container incident is severely damaging our reputation," Edward said gravely. "The media coverage couldn't come at a worse time for our current project."
Everyone knew this was a deliberate attack. The containers originated in Moscow, making it difficult to investigate properly, which left the media free to speculate wildly.
"Nolan's in Moscow handling things. All we can do is manage the PR crisis until we have answers," Edgar added. "Our biggest competitors for this project are the Powell and Murray families. Only the Murrays have enough influence in Moscow to pull something like this."
"I heard Beck took control from Rhett. Beck plays even dirtier than his son," Edward nodded.
"We can't let the Murrays get away with this," Edgar fumed.
Just then, an assistant burst into the room.
"Mr. Edward Cunningham, Mr. Edgar Cunningham—you need to see the news! Someone's taken down Beck for us! The Powell family CEO, Lily, has reported him for assault. He's in the hospital, and it's all over the media—completely overshadowing our scandal!"
Edgar checked his phone. "Who did this favor for us?"
Edward looked surprised. The Murrays' downfall had come faster than expected.
"Even with Beck's reputation in tatters, we still need to clear our name. " Edward worried. "Nolan just had surgery, and Amelia's about to give birth. I should have gone myself."
"The company needs you here," Edgar shook his head. "Trust Nolan's abilities."
"It's his health I'm worried about," Edward admitted.
In Moscow, Nolan was video calling Amelia from his hotel room. She was already in the hospital, crying uncontrollably.
"Nolan, please be careful. I'm fine, really."
Despite being in obvious pain, she was trying to reassure him.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. The police are investigating. I'll be back before the baby comes, I promise."
Nolan was torn between concern for Amelia and responsibility to the company. His only option was to resolve the Moscow situation as quickly as possible.
"Mr. Cunningham, representatives from the Business Association are here to see you," his assistant called through the door.
Nolan frowned. The so-called "Business Association" in Moscow was actually a front for Kavi's black market operations—legitimate businesses on the surface, but involved in everything illegal behind the scenes.
The mysterious figure who had been helping the Cunningham family for years was supposedly the Association's chairman. No one had ever seen him, and the Cunninghams' investigations had turned up nothing. Why would he suddenly want a meeting now?
"Is it the chairman himself?" Nolan asked after ending the call.
The assistant shook his head. "No, just a representative. They say someone trying to frame the Cunningham family on Moscow territory is challenging the Association's authority. They're offering to help clear your name."
Nolan's brow furrowed. The chairman being this helpful? There had to be an angle. Plus, someone who had successfully hidden his identity for so long could only be avoiding recognition for one reason—he was someone they knew.
But who?
At Raymond Group headquarters in Silverlight City, Brandon and Ethan walked out of the conference room together.
"This container scandal is devastating for the Cunningham Group's image," Brandon observed. "I've heard the project committee is already considering alternatives."
"For all Edward's precautions, he couldn't prevent this Moscow situation," Ethan rubbed his temples. "I'll coordinate with Edward. If Cunningham Group loses the bid, Raymond Group's team will step in."
Even if the Cunninghams couldn't secure the project, they couldn't let it fall to rivals like the Powell or Murray families. Better to keep it among allies.
"Vincent is also competing for this project. Are we giving him a pass?" Brandon asked.
"Why would we? Small projects, maybe, but not something this big," Ethan raised an eyebrow. "By the way, is Liam still causing trouble?"
Vincent had been taking projects from Liam, who had responded by staging a hunger strike at the company for days.
"Oh, he's causing trouble alright. Claims he's not eating in the cafeteria, but secretly orders takeout," Brandon sighed. "I've got Bradley watching him, worried he'll cause more problems. Bradley says Liam's been conspiring with Selene again. Nothing good can come of that."
"Don't let Liam corrupt Bradley," Ethan warned, impressed by Brandon's courage in letting Bradley associate with Liam.
"Too late for that," Brandon looked miserable. "I slept on the couch last night."
"Between Liam, Selene, and that female martial artist named Maeve Harrington, they've completely brainwashed Bradley," Brandon said flatly. "He came home last night and told me we're 'incompatible' and I should sleep on the couch and 'reflect on my behavior.' I still don't know what I did wrong."
Ethan winced. "Thanks for taking one for the team. I'm keeping Jasmine far away from them."
Just as he said this, the elevator doors opened to reveal Jasmine, Liam, Selene, Maeve, and Bradley, all laughing together.
Ethan had a sinking feeling.
Sure enough, the moment Jasmine spotted him and Brandon, her smile vanished completely.
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