Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 190

Harvey's intentions were crystal clear. A simple apology would have sufficed, yet he deliberately brought up my termination.

The moment Rowan nodded, Harvey would seize the opportunity to fire me under the guise of following Rowan's orders.

Rowan shot me a quick, subtle glance. Seeing me nod slightly, he let out a small cough before responding, "Of course. But let's set this discussion aside for now. I hope your company can show me real sincerity moving forward."

With that, he dismissed the meeting, effectively issuing an order for us to leave.

After leaving Flint Group, Harvey rushed back to the office ahead of me. As soon as I stepped into the department, a termination notice was thrown in my face by Harvey. Looking up, I saw Heather and the others staring at me with worried expressions.

"I need to speak with you," I said, my tone completely unbothered as I looked at Harvey.

Harvey, who was now brimming with confidence, nodded indifferently. Before heading to his office, I placed my bag down on my desk and turned to Heather. "Watch closely—this is going to be fun."

Then, I stood up and walked into Harvey's office. The moment I stepped in, Harvey put on a fake look of regret as if this wasn't entirely his fault.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but this project was nearly ruined because of you. The fact that we're letting you go without demanding compensation is already an act of mercy."

He continued, "You know me, I'm a kind person. So, just be good and leave quietly. No one will make things harder for you."

I kept a small, unreadable smile on my face and let him finish before calmly responding, "Are you sure it's me who should be worried, or is it you?"

Harvey's expression darkened immediately as he stood up abruptly from his chair. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

I chuckled. "Do you really not know? Or are you just pretending? There's no one else here. Why keep up the act? From the moment I joined the company, you've been trying to kick me out. The presentation, this investment deal—each of them was a trap you set up."

The moment I exposed him, the fake smile disappeared from his face and was replaced with pure contempt.

Right as he finished his monologue, the office door suddenly burst open, and the HR manager stormed in.

I casually reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and ended the live broadcast. Through the open doorway, I spotted Heather at her desk. She gave me a big thumbs-up from afar.

Indeed, this was the show I had promised her.

Before entering Harvey's office, I had secretly started a live broadcast using a secondary account on social media.

I hadn't even bothered with a title—I had simply paid 50 grand to boost the broadcast.

During my confrontation with Harvey, the viewership skyrocketed, and at its peak, several hundred thousand people were watching it live.

In an instant, the hashtag "#BrownGroupWorkplaceBullying" had already shot to the top of the trending topics.