He Chose Her Joke, I Chose His Ruin Chapter 11

He Chose Her Joke, I Chose His Ruin Chapter 11

Ten minutes later, Starlight Capital published a legal statement-accompanied by three surveillance

screenshots.

First: footage of Celeste locking the conservatory door.

Second: Adrian standing on the terrace, declining to order the door unlocked.

Third: I breaking through the glass and exiting with fresh injuries.

No lengthy captions needed.

The facts spoke for themselves with no extra commentary needed.

Adrian’s statement was ratioed into oblivion within the hour. Comments disabled.

Shortly past midnight, Chairman Vale placed a personal call to my line.

This time, I answered.

His voice was lower than during the day. “Elena, Adrian made mistakes. The Vale family is prepared to make

amends.”

I asked, “What kind of amends?”

He hesitated. “He will issue a public apology to you. Additionally, the Vale family is willing to transfer a 3%

equity stake in Vale Group to you as compensatory settlement.”

I laughed. “Mr. Vale, you still don’t understand.”

“I don’t want compensation.”

“I demand fully reconciled books and the project restored to compliant operation. I want the lawbreakers to

pay.”

Chairman Vale’s tone cooled. “Elena, if Vale Group collapses, it benefits no one.”

“Who said I want Vale Group to collapse?”

I looked at the acquisition proposal spread across my desk.

“Vale Group doesn’t have to fall. But Adrian Vale must step down.”

The next day, Vale Group convened another board meeting.

This time, I wasn’t attending as a partner.

I entered as a shareholder representative.

The moment Adrian saw me, the blood drained from his face.

“How do you have Vale Group shares?”

Chairman Vale also froze.

I placed the share certificates on the table. “Over two years, Starlight built up a 7.8% holding via secondary

market buys and private share purchases from departing stakeholders.”

“Per the bylaws, I am entitled to convene a special board session.”

“And to submit a motion for the removal of Adrian Vale from all project execution roles.”

Adrian shot to his feet. “Since when have you been buying shares?”

I looked up at him. “Ever since you first siphoned funds to the Shaws behind my back in secret.”

His face went ashen.

This had never been an impulsive, last-minute takedown.

I’d given him chances.

Last winter, I discovered Adrian privately covering Shaw family’s funding gaps.

I confronted him.

He claimed it was just helping an old friend.

I warned him Shaw Cultural City’s liquidity was unstable-don’t drag Vale Group into it.

He gave his word he would stop, yet later greenlit a second round of capital transfers.

That was when the first crack appeared.

I’d still waited for him to come back.

Yet hard evidence made one thing clear, these men were not misled, they’d picked their destructive path

willingly.

The boardroom filled with low murmurs.

Adrian forced calm. “Elena, you think a few shares are enough to touch me?”

I looked at him. “Alone? Of course not.”

The door opened.

Three independent directors entered.

Followed by representatives from Vale Group’s key institutional investors.

They took their seats.

Adrian’s expression darkened further.

An elderly director spoke. “Mr. Vale, we’ve reviewed the materials Elena submitted.”

“Shell companies, illicit fund transfers, related-party transactions-these require formal accounting.”

An institutional representative continued, “Pending investigation results, we support suspending Adrian

Vale’s management authority effective immediately.”