Chapter 382: Chapter 382

Chapter 382:

Barbara, unfazed, displayed a photo of a stock transfer agreement.

“Recognize this? Did you honestly think I’d remain faithful to someone like you?”

Adamson glared at her with bloodshot eyes.

“You… You bitch!”

Anger contorted his face as he repeated “despicable woman” again and again.

Barbara simply laughed.

“Look at yourself, Adamson. You’re just a pathetic loser. Let’s be clear: I masterminded your ruin.

And over a month ago, the primary ownership of the George Group had shifted. You’ve lost it all.”

Adamson shook with rage.

“You bitch…” he shouted, before collapsing, unconscious.

Barbara gestured for the servants to drag Adamson out. She never wanted to see his face again.

Following these events, Callum assembled a special task force. They worked through the night, compiling irrefutable evidence of Adamson’s illegal activities.

By dawn, every official and accomplice linked to him had been detained.

Adamson was the last to be arrested.

A week later, Adamson received a 20-year prison sentence for tax evasion, bribery, obstruction of justice, and corporate fraud. The George Group, now under new leadership, sidestepped legal penalties by settling all back taxes and fully cooperating with the investigation.

However, Adamson’s concealed offshore accounts were confiscated.

Even after serving his sentence, he wouldn’t have a chance for a comeback.

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As Adamson was escorted away in handcuffs, Barbara sat quietly in the living room.

At eleven o’clock, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Harlee: “Thank you for offering my daughter and me the opportunity for a new life.” Harlee’s response came immediately: “Don’t thank me.

Credit your own resilience and compassion.”

Barbara allowed herself a slight smile, her thoughts drifting back to a distant memory of a young girl crying softly in a yard.

For the first time in many years, she felt a surge of hope and renewed faith in the power of kindness.

Inside the Sanderson residence, the morning unfolded with a quiet concern.

“Harlee, I noticed your room light was still on at dawn, and your computer seemed warm when I passed earlier. Were you up working through the night?” Skyla’s voice carried a mix of worry and maternal care.

“Why don’t you grab some breakfast and then try to catch up on some sleep?”

Stretching her neck from side to side, Harlee replied with a tired but warm smile, “There’s no need. I’m heading off to Uwhor soon. I’ll get plenty of rest once I arrive there.”

Skyla’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Going abroad again? Is this trip connected with Janessa Studio? How long will you be away this time?”

Harlee gave a small nod, her expression tinged with resignation.

“A month.”

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