“I’ll handle this,” Richard muttered, trying to dismiss Ethan.

“Sir,” Ethan said firmly, “you can’t bury this. Clara deserves justice.”

For the first time, Richard felt cornered—not by competitors in the market, but by his own conscience. Clara had always been quiet, respectful, loyal. And he had thrown her out like trash.

In the mean time, Clara was sitting in a small diner across town, sipping coffee she could barely afford. Her friend Angela Johnson, tried to console her. “Clara, you need to fight this. You can’t just let him destroy your name.”

Clara shook her head. “Who will believe me? He’s a billionaire. I’m just a maid.”

Neither of them knew that the truth, recorded by a silent lens, was about to change everything.

Two days later, Richard called Clara and requested her to return to the mansion. She hesitated, fearing another humiliation, yet Angela convinced her to face him.