Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy

lights blinked outside my window, indifferent. I could picture Mark at a celebratory dinner, his team toasting

satisfaction of my despair. I needed to move, to act. I picked

t she answered. "He' s not

already kicking into gear. "I' m already pulling the patent filings.

ars I don' t have. He knows that. He' s trying to ble

s the plan?

of handwritten notes, circuit diagrams on napkins, and cryptic lines of code. Mark had seen it once an

hinks he acquired all of Dad' s important work when he bought the company. But

f in there? Something tha

gy he' s claiming as his own is just a shadow of what my father actually created. I' m not just g

er end of the line. I could

h," she finally said, her ton

ice that I didn' t feel. The truth was, I was terrified. But I coul

n' t do that. You don' t have to be strong for me. I

op. A new article. My heart sank. It was from Richard Ston

old Move: A Necessary Step to Protect

ine. He quoted anonymous sources from Johnson Dynamics who painted me as an unstable, grieving daughter, unable to acce

s name flashed on my ph

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t me before I even had a chance to speak. It was another calculated attack, another way to iso