Mr. White leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he addressed Isabella, and all eyes were on him.

"Isabella," he began, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of accusation, "I have a question for you. Did you make Vincent sign these documents that allow the company to liquidate his shares, just so you could claim them all to yourself as part of your divorce settlement?"

A collective gasp echoed through the boardroom, followed by a flurry of whispers and murmurs. The executives exchanged shocked glances, their expressions ranging from disbelief to intrigue.

Vincent's face turned ashen, his heart sinking at the implication of Mr. White's words. He began to wonder...