She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 482

But Yolene was already hysterical. She pointed at the monitor as if the person on the other end could still hear her, her voice shrill, ear-piercing, and vibrating with self-righteous fury. "It's Hank Lonsdale, isn't it?! He's blurring the lines between business and his personal life just to suppress my career, all for that cheap plaything of his, Loyce?! Is this fair? I want to speak to Mr. Lonsdale! Forrest Lonsdale is a man of reason; he would never allow his brother to act this recklessly! Aren't you afraid of completely alienating your corporate partners by bullying a hardworking star like me?!"

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, fully embracing the role of the victim, her voice choked with theatrical tears. "If this is how the Lonsdale Group operates—indulging their own family members and destroying an innocent woman's career just to humor a mistress—then I don't want this partnership anyway! But I demand justice!"

Dead silence fell over the office.

Lillian stared at the catastrophic suicide of Yolene's career, her entire body trembling with rage, her face ashen.

Right at that moment, the monitor, which had gone dark, suddenly flared back to life!

The video feed reconnected, but the person on the other end of the screen was no longer the commercial director. It was Forrest Lonsdale himself.

His expression was terrifyingly dark. The sheer, crushing weight of his presence radiated through the screen, instantly paralyzing Yolene.

Her crying and screaming hitched in her throat. Her voice shook uncontrollably as she stammered, "M-Mr. Lonsdale, please, you have to help me..."

"Help you?" Forrest tapped a finger against his desk, his low voice barely restraining a volcanic rage. "Help who? You?"

Yolene swallowed hard. "W-Who else?"

"Shut your mouth!" Lillian was shaking like a leaf. Clutching her heavily pregnant stomach, she completely abandoned her refined executive persona and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Get this through your thick skull! Hank Lonsdale doesn't have a mistress! Loyce is his sister! The only daughter and sole heiress of the Lonsdale family!"

Lillian's roar completely short-circuited Yolene's brain. Her ears rang with a deafening buzz.

She couldn't comprehend what Lillian had just said.

Loyce wasn't Hank's lover, but his... sister?

She had been treating the heiress of the wealthiest family in the country as her imaginary rival... and had just called her a cheap mistress directly to her brother's face?

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