Chapter 8 - The Damning Evidence
"Amanda?" Sterling choked out, completely losing his mind. Sweat actively poured down his forehead, ruining his expensive suit. "You... you signed the non-disclosure agreement! I paid you!"
"You can't buy immunity from attempted murder," Amanda replied coldly, looking at the pathetic monster with pure, unfiltered disgust.
She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a sleek, heavy flash drive. She held it up for the entire crowd of wealthy donors and shocked restaurant patrons to see.
"When your private security dragged me out of the river," Amanda announced flawlessly, ensuring everyone heard every single word, "I managed to grab the dashcam SD card from my ruined car. The footage clearly shows your luxury SUV swerving into my lane, and it shows you stumbling out of the driver's seat holding a whiskey bottle before you fled the scene."
Sterling physically stopped breathing. The air in the upscale steakhouse was completely sucked out.
His entire multi-million-dollar political empire, his reelection campaign, and his untouchable legacy completely collapsed into dust in a matter of seconds. He hadn't just been caught; he had been completely, publicly exposed in front of his biggest financial backers.
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"I'll give you ten million dollars!" Sterling wailed hysterically, completely abandoning his arrogant pride. "Please! Just give me the drive!"
👉 Jason smiled a chilling, victorious smile, entirely ready to drop the ultimate federal guillotine.
