Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 520

Besides, the police still had to verify everything, one by one.

And as for the accusation that Eric Morris had hurt a child—Raymond Mitchell hadn’t pulled that move yet.

But honestly, that problem wasn’t even scary anymore.

Now that The Wilson Group had stepped in, the internet finally started to catch on.

“Hold up, The Smith Group has been Raymond Mitchell’s accomplice from the start! They helped him drag Eric Morris through the mud!”

“This is so sleazy. Why is The Smith Group suddenly so quiet now?”

“@TheSmithGroup, say something! What the hell are you guys up to?!”

People tagged the official Smith Group account over and over, but got nothing but silence.

Some folks lost patience and went straight to the comment section to vent.

“I used to think Jordan Smith, as CEO, was just pathetic for cheating. But now? He’s got no shame at all!”

“Look at this—cheaters supporting cheaters. No wonder he’s always covering for Raymond Mitchell.”

“Birds of a feather, I guess. Now I get what that saying means.”

“This is the Smith Group’s idea of leadership? Cheat on your wife, push her to the edge, destroy anyone who stands by her… Jordan Smith is just small-minded and mean.”

“And the whole Smith Group is rotten. Can’t trust a single one of them.”

“I just realized most of my living room furniture is from the Smith Group. I feel gross just looking at it now…”

For once, the internet was united in tearing someone down.

By noon, The Smith Group’s stock started to tank.

Jordan Smith didn’t even know what hit him until he walked into the office and saw the headlines. He opened his laptop, face so dark it could rain.

He just couldn’t believe Raymond Mitchell was that kind of person.

But what really floored him was that the late Catherine Watson had left a video behind—a video that, once released, completely cleared up all the rumors floating around online.

“Get Lucas Smith in here. Now!”

Jordan’s voice was shaking with anger.

Lucas, who’d just arrived at the office, stared at his phone in disbelief as social media exploded.

How had things turned out like this?

He’d had a whole list of “exposés” ready to go, but now, if he posted even one more thing, The Smith Group would be toast.

He barely remembered walking to his brother’s office. When he saw Jordan’s face—cold as a January morning in Boston—he knew he was in trouble.

Eric Morris and his friends couldn’t touch him.

He’d barely finished the thought when the doorbell rang.

Raymond jumped at the sound.

“Who is it?” he called, a little too sharply.

“Uh, package delivery! Need a signature!” came the reply.

Raymond peered through the peephole—yep, just a delivery guy. He opened the door without a second thought.

In a split second, three uniformed cops burst in. Before he knew it, cold steel handcuffs snapped around his wrists.

“What the hell? What are you doing?!”

The lead officer’s face was all business. “Raymond Mitchell, you’re under suspicion for assaulting a minor, abusing your authority as a mentor, driving a student to suicide, and committing fraud and defamation against Mr. Morris. You’re coming with us.”

Raymond’s face drained of color. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—!”

He tried to bolt, but the cops were faster. They slammed him to the ground.

“Careful there,” one of them barked. “You want to add resisting arrest to the list?”