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was your creation the instant I saw it.”
Betty’s vision swam. If it weren’t for her mother clutching her, she would have buckled onto the floor by
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Tyson sighed, looking guilty. He then held out an invoice against the camera for all to see.
“I was commissioned to counterfeit Madam Alexa’s creation, Lacrima Dei. You’ll be able to see who commissioned me right on this document here,” said Tyson.
All cameras zoomed into the screen, getting all the footage they could. At the bottom corner of the invoice, two words were written clear as day: Betty Walsh.
Sophia flinched, hurriedly asking Betty, “What is this? Why is your name written there? Didn’t you say Zoe was the one who commissioned him?”
Betty nearly burst into tears. “She-She s-set me up, Mom!”
Sophia was just about to blow her top upon hearing that. All her rage was now directed toward that cunning bitch, Zoe Harper.
The crowd went wild again. Betty wasn’t some pitiful victim. She was the one who started this trail of lies!
The reporters began reporting this to their respective platforms, with headlines like “Taylor Family Heiress.
is World-Renowned Jewelry Designer Alexa?”, “What Else Have We Yet to See from Alyssa Taylor?”, “
Sophia Kirkman and Betty Walsh Humiliate Themselves Once Again-Lying to International Celebrity with Counterfeit Jewelry!”, and finally, “Deep Look: When Will Sophia Kirkman and Betty Walsh Finally
Stop Their Twisted Schemes?”.
Betty could never have imagined she would once again turn up on the headlines as yet another embarrassment in the nation in less than a year’s time, this time even more riotous than before.
Seeing how things were now out of control, Sophia tried to turn the bottle to Jeremy. “Are you just going to stand there and let them harass your sister like that, Jeremy?
“I may not be your mother, but Betty is still half your sister. How could you side with an outsider like this?”
“An outsider? I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Jeremy retorted.
“Who else would I be talking about? Her!” Sophia growled, glaring at Alyssa.
Jeremy glanced at Alyssa, then said nonchalantly, “Nah, I don’t think she counts.”
Sophia’s face turned beet red. “You! You horny bastard!”
“Better that than a vile, greedy liar.” Jeremy got his phone out and then called Xavier. “Bring them in.”
Now, it was Alyssa’s turn to wonder what he was up to.
At that moment, the door swung open once more, revealing a figure in a wheelchair, sporting a cap and a mask concealing their identity.
The only discernible detail was that this individual was a woman, and nothing more could be ascertained.
Alyssa tugged at Jeremy’s sleeve, asking quietly, “What trick are you playing now?”
The man swallowed, his heart warming up at the gesture. “Getting back what’s yours.”
What’s mine? Alyssa thought curiously as she gazed at the woman in the wheelchair.
She was weakly prying off her cap and mask, revealing that she was none other than Abigail Grant.
The crowd gawked at her in shock, then at one another incredulously.
Betty, meanwhile, was terrified. She stumbled backward unsteadily, body nearly numb with terror.
Alyssa, meanwhile, was deep in thought, trying to piece two and two together.
She finally had it all figured out.
Abigail didn’t stay in a coma after the car accident.
Jeremy was the one who made that news up, all to fool Betty and make her let her guard down, meanwhile waiting for the right time to send her out to Betty’s demise.
Alyssa smiled lightly, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons as she shot Jeremy an amused look.
“Why does she look so familiar?” someone from the crowd asked.
“Oh! She’s that chick who got caught sleeping with E-News Daily’s CEO on a live stream!”
Damn, she’s still showing her face around here? If I were her, I’d change my name, get plastic surgery, and never return.”
“What the heck is she doing here? Hasn’t she caused enough trouble?”
Abigail took a deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves. “My name is Abigail Grant, and I was an employee from E-News Daily.
“I’m here tonight so I can help administer some justice to those who were wrongly accused. Think of this as penance for my own crimes.
“I am truly sorry to Ms. Alyssa Taylor of KS World Hotel. I was greedy and agreed to do what I should never have done.
“I should never have persuaded her staff to steal the company’s confidential information about Ms. Ada
Kingsley’s wedding, nor should I have sold it to the public media, ultimately leading to their fallout…”
The guests finally learned the truth. They shot Alyssa sympathetic looks, their views of her instantly shifting for the better.
Her identity as Alexa helped, too. Right now, she was like a saint among wolves, undeserving of any tarnish to her name.
“Does this mean you were being bribed, Ms. Grant?”
“Who was the one who instructed you to do this?”
“Why did you get into a car accident? Did the mastermind arrange for that to happen to stop you from revealing the truth?”
The reporters instantly surrounded her, microphones and cameras shoved in her face.
Abigail closed her eyes and took another deep breath.
Then, she pointed right at Betty, her eyes steely with a meek determination. “Ms. Betty Walsh was the one who instructed me to do it!”
Betty’s world faded into nothing in a split second.
Five days ago, Abigail awoke in her hospital bed to discover a man seated across from her, exuding an overwhelming chill that seemed to radiate from him.
Terrified, she clutched her blanket tightly, her face drained of color.
Jeremy’s gaze was lazy, as if he really couldn’t be bothered.
By the door was Xavier, silently waiting for instruction.
“T-Thank you for saving my li-life, Mr. Jeremy,” Abigail squeaked frightfully.
“Do you know why I saved you?” Jeremy toyed with his silver lighter as he asked the question.
Abigail didn’t dare answer something she had no answers for.
“Because you are still of use to me.” Jeremy lit a flame, then extinguished it. “I can make sure you recover fully from your injuries or cripple you for life, or… I can make sure no one ever finds you again.”
“I’ll do anything, sir!” Abigail cried. “Please, please let me know what I can do to help you! I swear I’ll do it.
I swear it on my own grave!”
Jeremy thumbed at an unlit cigarette, cocking his head.
“Reveal that Betty was the one who framed Alyssa. Restore justice to my woman.”
The auction ended on a high note with this turn of events. Not only had MINT broken the record for raising the most charity funds in a single night, but the reporters were covering every detail as if it were the birthdays of all the A-list celebrities in the world combined.
When Javier heard the news, he instantly sent his secretary and lawyer to escort Sophia and Betty home.
They were huddled together, still frightened by what had happened.