Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 160

“And how were you going to ‘get through tonight’?” Yvonne shot back. “By ending up in Mr. Ward’s bed? Marina, is trading your body for a job really worth it? And what about your fiancé? Is this fair to him?”

Marina’s body trembled, her eyes as red as a rabbit’s.

Yvonne felt a pang of pity. Marina wasn't the enemy; she was just another one of George's victims.

“I’ll have the driver take you home,” Yvonne said with a sigh.

Marina nodded, her eyes still red, and left with the driver.

Once she was gone, Yvonne removed the hidden camera from her clothes and sent the footage to Sandra.

Sandra compiled the video with the company’s falsified accounting records and anonymously sent the evidence to the relevant authorities. It was more than enough to prove that Nexus Media and George were engaged in illegal activities.

But a month passed, and nothing happened. The report had vanished without a trace.

Both Yvonne and Sandra felt their hopes sink.

“Maybe the files were sent to the wrong department or got lost. Should I submit them again?” Sandra asked, unwilling to give up.

“It’s no use. Someone higher up is protecting George. We underestimated him,” Yvonne said, her eyes cold.

Her investigation had started with Colin Gonzalez and led her to George, but now she realized there was an even bigger network protecting them.

“We have to put this on hold for now. We can’t be reckless, or we’ll expose ourselves,” Yvonne added.

They were still in the shadows, which gave them an advantage. If they were discovered, they stood no chance against George and his powerful allies.

“I’m not in a rush. I’ve been waiting for years,” Sandra said with a sigh, though her clenched fists betrayed her frustration.

Yvonne and Sandra exchanged a look, their curiosity piqued, and pushed their way into the crowd.

In the center of the chaos, Oscar and Matthew were trading blows. Both were well-bred heirs who knew how to handle themselves, and both were already bruised and bleeding.

“Stop it! Stop fighting!” Queena shrieked, her face pale with panic as she tried to pull them apart.

But she was clearly biased. As Oscar threw a punch, Queena was clinging to Matthew’s arm, crying for him to stop.

Oscar’s fist connected, sending Matthew to the ground. He followed up with a few vicious kicks.

Matthew curled up on the floor, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, his eyes burning with fury as he stared at Queena.

But Queena was already at Oscar’s side, gently taking his hand. “Oscar, are you hurt? Does it hurt a lot?” she asked, her eyes filled with concern.