When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 197

Maxwell only understood the true weight of the disaster when Marcelo’s harsh words rained down on him one after another.

At the start, he believed this problem would end like all the others. He thought a little money would smooth everything over. He thought it would be nothing more than a passing storm.

But reality proved different. The trouble could not be solved so easily.

Miguel had already rushed to send a lawyer’s letter to Selena and Amelia’s company without knowing the whole story.

Now the lip–sync scandal had exploded, and their sharp lawyer Dane Guzman had turned around to sue them for defamation.

Guzman was not a man who acted on impulse. Yet whenever he chose to strike, defeat was rare.

This time, Nygard Group stood in the wrong. They were destined to lose.

Even if the lawsuit was not the gravest kind, it would still crush their reputation.

The blow hurt even more because Nygard had once boasted to the world that they would bring down Amelia and Selena. Now the internet had its eyes glued to the matter.

There was no chance of walking away clean.

What made it worse was Dane’s sudden involvement. If he had stepped in, the matter would never fade quietly.

Maxwell could not understand what Amelia had done to win the favor of someone like Jeremy.

Without him, Dane would never lower himself to handle such a small case.

“Marcelo, what are we supposed to do now?” Maxwell’s voice cracked.

Marcelo let out a bitter laugh. “Now you ask me what to do? You were just accusing me of not spoiling Gianna enough.”

His thoughts had grown clearer in the chaos. It felt like he had an awakening.

“Don’t forget, Gianna was the one who brought up lip–syncing. She begged us to back her up.”

He refused to waste another second. A wave of restless shareholders was already waiting for him.

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Chapter 197 Serious Trouble

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Finished

Marcelo threw out those words, shoved the door hard, and the sound of wood slamming against the frame echoed down the hall. He left without looking back.

Maxwell stood frozen. Memory rushed back like water flooding a broken dam.

When he first laid eyes on Selena, he thought she was rare, a true musical prodigy.

He had planned to train her carefully. But Gianna had kept sobbing to them. She cried that she loved music. She pleaded that she wanted to be a star.

Her voice was harsh and broken, nearly useless. With enough packaging, maybe she could pretend, but talent like hers could never shine.

Gianna had kept dragging Selena into her weeping stories. She had whispered hints about lip- syncing.

Looking back now, Maxwell saw the truth. She had nudged them into this trap herself.

His face turned darker with each thought.

His skin prickled as if something cold had crawled across it.

He had spoiled his sister for so many years. To realize she might have pushed them into ruin struck him like a hammer to the chest.

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