Chapter 4

I knew it wasn't over.

Arthur Thompson wouldn't give up so easily.

Sure enough, that afternoon, Arthur Thompson's assistant, Vivian, contacted me.

"Olivia, are you okay? I saw what happened on the forum. I really feel bad for you."

Her voice sounded full of sympathy.

"Director Thompson... he's gone too far, treating you like this."

I didn't speak, quietly listening to her performance.

"Olivia, I... I have some chat logs here between him and other female colleagues from different departments. They might be useful to you. Should I send them?"

She pretended to be on my side.

I smiled.

"Sure, thanks, Vivian."

Soon, I received a few screenshots. The content was ambiguous, but not fatal.

Immediately after, she sent another message.

"Olivia, do you have any other evidence? You need to release it all at once to completely expose him!"

The mask finally slipped.

So that's what she was waiting for.

She wanted to know my trump card.

I replied, "Everything I had, I've already sent out."

"Really?" She seemed skeptical. "But... Director Thompson doesn't seem to care much. He even said in today's meeting that he would pursue legal action against the rumor-mongers."

She was testing me.

I didn't reply again.

Instead, I opened the external hard drive where I had backed up all the evidence.

From there, I found a folder I had overlooked.

The folder's name was "LW."

Vivian.

I clicked it open.

Inside were her chat logs with Arthur Thompson, and several hotel hallway surveillance videos.

"Baby, you're the best to me. Not like Olivia, that wooden beauty, she has no spark at all."

"Don't worry, once I marry her and get access to her family's resources, I'll kick her out. Then, my wife will be you."

The date was the day after Arthur Thompson proposed to me.

I packaged these screenshots and videos directly.

Then, using an anonymous email, I sent them to the Nebula Solutions HR Department and the Disciplinary Committee.

The email title was: [Official Report: Marketing Director Arthur Thompson Abusing His Position for Long-Term Improper Relationship with Assistant Vivian.]

Send.

A minute later, Vivian's message popped up again.

"Olivia? Why aren't you saying anything?"

I picked up my phone and replied with just two words.

"Check email."