Yuri loathed her so deeply that he'd rather let the whole world know he'd been cuckolded than stay tethered to her? To end this marriage?
The envelope was thick, its packaging intact. Yet its contents, if exposed, would reduce everything she'd built over the years to ashes!
Perched above her, Yuri peered down at Leila. "You know exactly what's in here."
"Hand it over, let me see," Dylan quickly ordered his grandson, eager to see what could drive Yuri to such fury.
"No, you can’t!"
Leila was quicker, snatching the envelope. "These things can't be seen."
Dylan was confused. "Leila, I thought you didn't want a divorce. Open it, let me see. I'll stand by you."
Leila's face was pale, her head shaking uncontrollably. "No, it can't be done."
Dylan moved to advance on her.
Leila, still pale, retreated continuously. "No, we can't let these things out…"
Her panic was palpable as she turned to Yuri in desperation. "I agree to the divorce, just don't expose this!"
Yuri's eyes narrowed sharply, and he snatched the envelope, tearing it open for all to see.
"Over the past thirty years, Leila is suspected of embezzling over ten billion, indulging her family, and lining her own pockets, leading to losses of over ten billion for the Lynette Conglomerate..."
Leila shuddered violently.
Even Dylan, who had been on her side, changed color, gripping his cane tightly. The others clenched their teeth in anger; that money should have been theirs!
"Stop reading, stop! I'll sign. I'll sign."
Compared to the ultimate scandal, embezzlement was a minor issue. She knew Yuri well—if she didn't sign now, she'd be utterly ruined!
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