Once again, the room exploded in whispers, shareholders present exchanged looks and stares of disbelief and horror.
“Arrest?!” Tom shouted, as his face twisted in anger.
“You’re going to arrest me? That’s absurd. Who’s the one who filed the charge?”
He looked at everyone, but no one seemed keen on answering.
“It was I.” Ivory answered with a sweet smile. “Me, Ms. Remington.”
She stepped forward and flashed a smile at him. “I’ve recorded everything, from your insult, to the accusation you’ve thrown at me. Everything, and now,”
She leaned back, arms crossed, and her smile became more mischievous.
“You can rot in jail for slandering a person’s name and insulting her.”
Tom’s eyes widened and his face turned beet red. “You!” He snarled. “You b***h-“
Before he could
