Chapter 1080

"Hold on just a little longer!"

Juniper tossed a tangerine to Felton. "Here, try this. It's super sweet."

Felton stood frozen, catching the fruit awkwardly, his stress levels spiking to an all- time high. "No thank you, Ms. Payne."

If the Boss—who was a legendary, psychotic jealous freak—found out Felton was eating fruit peeled by his fiancée, a trip to Africa would be the least of his worries. He'd probably be buried alive.

"Eat it," Juniper insisted, clapping her hands clean. "With me here, Shanley wouldn't dare touch a hair on your head."

"Thank you, Ms. Payne." Felton quickly shoved the tangerine segments into his mouth, chewing rapidly. Damn, it actually was really sweet.

"Take all the surveillance footage we've captured tonight and hand it over to the AV technicians in the main hall," Juniper instructed, leaning back on the sofa and casually flipping her phone. "Tell them to broadcast it on the main screens in exactly five minutes."

"Yes."

"Once the recorded footage finishes, patch through the live feed," Juniper added, a lethal edge creeping into her voice. "And secure Barnaby Yardley, along with his personal security team. I don't want anyone interrupting my show." "Understood." Felton grabbed the encrypted drive and hurried out the door.

Down in the grand hall.

Barnaby Yardley had just finished schmoozing a group of investors and was strolling back from the restroom, feeling like a king.

Before he even reached the corridor, two massive men in black suits stepped out of the shadows, grabbing him by both arms and lifting him off his feet.

"Who the hell are you?!" Barnaby shrieked, his face draining of color. "Do you have any idea who I am?! I am the CEO of Yardley Group!"

"We know," one of the men growled, his face completely devoid of emotion. "That's exactly why we're grabbing you."

"What?!" Barnaby thrashed wildly, desperately trying to break free. "Who sent you?! You're insane to pull a stunt like this here! Help! Someone, help!"

"Mr. Schwartz sends his regards."

One of the guards slapped a piece of heavy-duty duct tape over Barnaby's mouth. "If you want to leave this building with all your limbs attached, I suggest you stop kicking."

Mr. Schwartz? Shanley?!

Why was Shanley targeting him? Had Sheryl's plan been compromised?

"Mmph! Mmph!" Barnaby tried to scream, but the guards effortlessly dragged him into an empty side room and tossed him onto the sofa like a sack of garbage.

The impact rattled his bones. Before he could even process the pain, a familiar

voice echoed from the massive television screen mounted on the wall.

"Shanley is here. He didn't bring a date. You know what you have to do."

"Just get in his bed and ruin his relationship with Juniper! That's all that matters!"

"If you screw this up, your brother is never walking out of that hospital alive." Barnaby slowly turned his head.

On the screen, a high-definition video of his daughter orchestrating her vile blackmail was playing in perfect clarity.

Out in the main hall, total pandemonium erupted.

Every CEO Socialite, and journalist was staring at the massive LED screens in absolute shock The Yardley girl had intentionally hired lookalike to seduce Shanley and destroy his relationship?

She was completely unhinged.

Barnaby sat paralyzed on the sofa. Then, the video cut to a new scene, and his own face filled the screen.

"Who the hell does he think he is? Throwing his weight around just because of his last name. He didn't even have the decency to acknowledge me."

"I want Shanley Schwartz utterly ruined. I want the Schwartz family name dragged through the mud."

Barnaby's face went corpse-white.

That was the private conversation he had with Sheryl just an hour ago! They had been completely alone! How the hell was this recorded?!

The video shifted again, snapping to a live, shaky camera angle following Sheryl and the knockoff down a hotel hallway.

Sheryl's face took up half the frame, while the terrified girl trailed behind her.

A collective gasp echoed through the summit hall.

What on earth was happening?! Sheryl Yardley was orchestrating a live honey trap to destroy Schwartz Group, and it was being broadcast to the entire elite class of the city!