Chapter 1113:

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Shaking with rage, Vera pointed a trembling finger at Hannah. “You just want to snatch away what’s mine! So you forged everything! Do you think I’ll fall for it? Vincent! Vincent, say something! Tell them your shares are intact, that Hannah’s lying. Say it! Please!”

Her perfectly styled hair fell apart as she spiraled into hysteria.

The crowd, already shaken by so many shocking twists, erupted into chaos.

Vincent slowly turned his head, giving Vera a look more frigid and distant than any words could ever be.

Hannah faced the accusations without a hint of emotion. Turning toward the people below the stage, she raised her hand ever so slightly. “Show it.”

In that instant, the massive LED screen—meant for wedding videos—lit up at the front of the hall, revealing the official Jones Group website and the shareholder list.

As the page refreshed, it clearly displayed, “Hannah Scott holds 37.8% of the shares. Vincent Jones holds 0%.”

The details were clear, authoritative, and impossible to dispute.

The room exploded into an even greater uproar.

“No way! It’s all true! Vincent gave Hannah every share!”

𝘈𝖼𝘵𝗂𝘷𝗲 c𝗈𝘮𝘮𝘂𝗻і𝘵y 𝘰𝘯 𝗀а𝘭𝘯o𝘃е𝗅s.c𝗼𝗆

“So everything Vera had him sign… it was completely meaningless!”

A wild shriek tore from Vera’s throat as she hurled herself at the screen. “Fake! This is all fake! Jones Group belongs to me! It’s mine!” She slammed her fists against the screen, utterly out of control.

Colden tried to pull Vera away, but she shoved him aside with surprising force.

Hannah glanced at Vincent. Their eyes met; no words were necessary. They had won the first round.

Hannah then picked up the microphone Vera had dropped. “Everyone, I’m sorry you all had to witness such chaos today.” Her voice remained cool but firm as she continued, “What you’ve seen today speaks for itself. I, Hannah Scott, now hold the majority of shares in Jones Group. The transfer from Mr. Jones was executed legally and finalized days ago. As such, the so-called agreement Miss Oliver waved around? Completely void from the beginning.”

In front of the massive LED screen, Vera’s hand froze mid-slam. Something in her eyes shifted, a spark of delusion reigniting. She mumbled, “Wait, I still have the Oliver family business! Yes, the Oliver business is thriving again! I’ll come back from this. I’m not finished yet. Colden, get the tickets! We’re leaving!”

She tried to stand, but her body was too weak from the shock.

Colden rushed over to support her. “Don’t worry, Miss Oliver. I’ll book the first available flight. We’ll leave right away!”

His hands shook so badly he could barely unlock his phone.

But Hannah’s voice sliced through their panic like a blade. “Wanting to leave? Still counting on your family’s empire to catch your fall? Looks like you haven’t checked today’s financial updates.”

Spinning around, Vera narrowed her eyes to slits. “What are you talking about?”

Hannah raised her hand once more, and the enormous LED screen flickered to a financial news broadcast. “Breaking News! The Oliver family’s businesses are now under investigation for tax evasion and large-scale financial fraud. Their accounts and assets have been frozen, and authorities are on-site!”

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