It took only three days for Charlotte's world to come crashing down.
Harvey handed over to the Economic Investigation Department every piece of evidence he had—surveillance footage of her backroom deals with rival companies, forged official seals used to embezzle funds, and chat logs of her leaking trade secrets.
The chain of evidence was airtight. The amount involved was staggering. The Department made the arrest that same day. Charlotte never even had time to run. She was cuffed in her rented apartment, dragged out with her hair a mess and her makeup smeared like a ghost, screaming and begging on the street like a madwoman.
Bystanders all around held up their phones and filmed.
After dealing with Charlotte, Harvey clutched the case filing notice and rushed to my apartment, like a ch
