CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: A Murderer

I watched the news as Brooks was now doomed. Many customers have been storming into their company, asking for a refund because the dress they bought was now on the street at a cheap price even the poor can afford it. Checking my phone, a smile crept across my face as I saw their stock price dropping, thanks to Cassius. As the major shareholder has already pulled out, others will definitely do the same.

And that's the end of BROOKS!!

Reveling in BROOKS total ruin, my phone rang, and I picked it up, only to learn that Brooks has filed charges against me for plagiarism.

This old fool really got a lot of nerves, how dare he file charges against me.

“Okay, I will be on my way soon.”

I ended the call and then placed another call to the legal team, asking them to send a representative. I headed to the police station with my lawyer, and on arrival, I met Brooks' chairman, Walter, a man in his mid-fifties with his head bowed and his hands clenched together as he continuously tapped his feet