A Crowd Watches as the Facade Crumbles
Emily’s hand trembled against her cheek. Tears welled up. The baby shifted inside her, startled by the violence.
“Please, not here,” she whispered, her voice almost lost beneath the noise.
Jonathan puffed up his chest, trying to recover. “This is private. Delete those videos. All of you!”
No one moved. A teenager muttered, “He’s finished.”
William stepped closer, calm but commanding.
“Sir, I’ll need you to come with me.”
Jonathan scoffed. “Do you even know who I am? I own half this city. One call and you’re out of work.”
William’s jaw tightened. He had built empires, outlasted rivals, stared down titans in boardrooms — yet nothing compared to seeing his daughter trembling, humiliated.
“Come with me,” William repeated, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Two more guards appeared beside him.
Jonathan shouted, “Touch me and you’ll regret it! I’ll sue this whole place!”
William leaned in, voice low and lethal.
“You should worry less about lawsuits… and more about the Harrington name. Because you just laid hands on my daughter.”
Jonathan’s face went pale. “You’re… Harrington?”
William said nothing. He simply wrapped an arm around Emily and led her away.
Phones followed their every step. The story was already spiraling — a CEO caught striking his pregnant wife, confronted by a mysterious guard.
By nightfall, it would be everywhere.
