The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

It was very late when I got home.

I opened my laptop and compiled evidence of Joshua’s embezzlement of public funds.

I sent it anonymously to several veteran shareholders of Quinn Corp.

Then I contacted a private investigator to investigate the relationship

between Mrs. Quinn and Emily.

Finally, I lay in bed, emptying my mind.

The next day, I was woken up by the ringing of my phone.

It was an unknown number.

I answered, and Joshua’s enraged voice came through.

“Sarah Thompson! It’s you! You reported me for embezzling public funds, didn’t you? You’re so cruel, you want to force me to marry you this way because you can’t have me? I’m telling you! It’s not going to happen!”

I realized that Joshua had called me from a different number.

Cursing him as a lunatic, I hung up the phone.

At this point, he still thought I wanted to be with him?

Thinking about Joshua’s self-righteousness on the other end of the

phone, I lost my appetite for the entire morning.

When I arrived at the company, Kevin looked anxious.

Seeing me, he hurried over.

“Ms. Thompson, have you seen Twitter?”

I was confused. I never used Twitter.

Kevin showed me a video.

In the video, Emily’s face was pale, her eyes swollen like walnuts.

Truly a pitiful little white flower.

She was sobbing, accusing someone word by word.

She talked about how she accidentally spilled the red wine, how Bethany and I forced her to pay, and how thirty million dollars was an astronomical figure.

Although she didn’t mention my name, a photo added at the end of the video clearly showed Bethany and me at the party.

Most netizens believed everything they saw and heard, and coupled with Emily’s pitiful appearance, they were even more indignant towards the “evil capitalists.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

The comments below were mostly criticisms directed at Bethany and me, and comfort for Emily.

Soon, someone dug up Bethany’s and my backgrounds, and clamorously advocated for a boycott of our companies’ products.

I found it ridiculous.

My family’s business was spread throughout this city, not just some insignificant products.

Sixty percent of the houses people lived in every day were construction projects undertaken by my family’s company.

The largest food delivery platform was owned by Bethany’s family.

Boycott? Then go sleep on the streets!