The Price of Jealousy

“I'm sorry, Mr. Whitmore. It's all my fault. I was blinded by jealousy and had evil thoughts. Please forgive me just this once—”

Before Yvonne could finish her sentence, the conference room door was pushed open.

“We are the police. You're suspected of intentionally damaging the interests of Whitmore Corporation. Please come with us to assist in the investigation.”

No matter how Yvonne pleaded, Don