Silas had a solid and reliable set of evidence, so from the moment Timothy stepped into the Investigative Bureau, he wouldn't see the light of day again.
Daisy always acted domineering and arrogant, so not a single person was willing to help her at this critical moment. Everyone avoided her like she was some kind of virus.
Except for following Victor and Josh's orders to hold a press conference and publicly apologize like a tool for Schmidt Group, she had no other options.
But why should she, a lady, do something so shameful?
The men of the Schmidt family, being close biological relatives, actually pushed her out to be publicly humiliated. Each of them hid behind her. Were they really human?
The press conference was scheduled for the day after tomorrow.
These days felt like an eternity for Daisy. She lost her appetite, suffered from insomnia, and was easily irritable.
She spent her entire afternoon in the wine cellar, drowning her sorrows in alcohol. Thinking about her years of effort being destroyed in an instant, she wept bitterly in the deserted wine cellar.
"It's better to think about why things turned out like this rather than crying here."
Daisy abruptly stopped crying when she saw Jameson approaching with a sardonic smile.
"W-Why?"
"Yes, why?"
Jameson casually sat down opposite her. He took a wine glass and poured himself a glass of red wine.
"You've protected Timothy so well. Over the years, he's been embezzling money, taking bribes, and enjoying the beauties others throw at him, yet none have ever been exposed.
"He has always been safe and sound. Why did everything suddenly go south? Why, of all times, is it happening now?"
"Yeah... Why?" Daisy, drunk from all the wine, couldn't think straight anymore.
"What have you done recently? Don't you have any idea?"
One sentence made Daisy suddenly realize something. "I-It's the Taylors? They did this?"
"You're not completely hopeless."
Jameson leisurely took a sip of red wine. "No matter how Timothy behaves in private, the Taylors have no grudge against him. Why bother going after him? It's clear they weren't targeting him from the beginning."
"The Taylors... are after me?" Panic and confusion were written all over Daisy's face. She staggered to her feet, knocking over the chair in the process.
"Daisy, you're in a precarious situation now. Even if you hold a press conference and clean up the mess for Schmidt Group, what's the point? You've lost something irreparable.
"And do you think the Taylors will easily let you off? Going after your man is just the beginning. You'll be next."
Terrified, Daisy covered her head and let out a hysterical scream that echoed through the entire wine cellar.
Jameson quickly covered his ears, looking at her with eyes that resembled those of someone watching a lunatic.
"No... it can't be! Tatiana's matter has nothing to do with me. I haven't done anything. It was all David.
They can't blame me. They can't treat me like this!"
Daisy rambled on and rushed out of the room.
Shortly afterward, Carl looked in from outside. He walked to the table and poured Jameson a drink.
"Mr. Schmidt, where's that crazy bitch going?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Daisy should have gone to find the Taylors."
"What?"
Carl was shocked. "The Taylors just recently severed ties with us, and now that crazy bitch is going there to cause trouble? Won't that make things worse between the two families?"
"It doesn't matter. Her actions don't concern me. No matter how she acts, it has nothing to do with me."
Jameson drank leisurely, his eyes flickering with a sinister glint. "Let her be. What awaits her is undoubtedly self-inflicted humiliation.
"And what I want is to fill her heart with hatred. When it reaches its peak, she'll become a time bomb, and certain people will be blown to pieces."