Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 121

Yvonne took out the miniature camera she had prepared and photographed every page of the ledger. Once she was done, she methodically placed the book back exactly where she found it before finally leaving the office.

The next morning, Sandra walked into her office to find Yvonne casually lounging in her executive chair. Sandra knew Yvonne never showed up without a reason, so she instinctively closed the door behind her.

“What’s wrong?”

Yvonne pointed a finger at a stack of printed pages on the desk. “The company’s internal accounts. Take a look and tell me if you see any problems.”

Sandra stared in disbelief for a moment before picking up the pages. She flipped through them carefully, her silence stretching for a long time.

“Sandra, is there something wrong with the ledger?” Yvonne asked, her fingers tightening into a fist.

“It’s the real one,” Sandra replied. “But the entries are deliberately obscure. You’d need a professional to decipher them.”

“As long as it’s real,” Yvonne said with a nod. “And thank you for last night. If it weren’t for you, Peter would have caught me.”

“You’ve certainly got guts,” Sandra said with a weary smile. She carefully gathered the pages, placed them in a folder, and locked them away in her desk drawer. With these records, they could finally investigate whether Nexus Media was involved in any illegal activities.

“Chairman Spencer really is getting careless, putting you in the finance department like that,” Sandra mused. She had worked diligently at Nexus Media for over four years and had never gotten close to the real ledgers, yet Yvonne had managed it in just over a month.

The officers, however, were just following orders. They ignored her protests, bundled her into a police car, and took her straight to the station. This time, bail was denied. She would wait for her trial in a cell.

When George found out Megan had been arrested again, he was livid. He stormed into Yvonne’s room and found her relaxing on a chaise lounge by the French doors, casually eating a bowl of fruit. He strode over and swept the fruit bowl and teacups off the table, sending them crashing to the floor.

“Yvonne, you promised me! You said if I let you into the finance department, you would let Megan go!”

Yvonne sat up, lazily lifting her eyes to meet his. “I changed my mind. The finance department is no fun at all. I don’t think I’ll be going back.”

George trembled with rage at her nonchalant attitude. He pointed a shaking finger at her. “Fine. Just fine. If you don’t want to work in finance, you can go shoot erotic films. Tim’s productions are all distributed overseas with no censorship. Let’s see how you feel when you’re stripped bare for the world to see. Let’s see if you still have the nerve to defy me then.”