“You’re lying. I don’t even know who you are!” She quickly turned to Neil, desperation in her voice.
“Neil, please, you have to believe me. Someone is setting me up. It’s Zoey. She’s the one behind all of this.” Her heart was racing now, panic flooding her.
The crowd grew louder, eyes accusing, fingers pointing at her from every direction.
“Could Lise really have done something like this?”
One person shrugged, looking uncertain.
“Who knows? What would she gain from doing something like this?”
Lise was about to marry into the Wheeler family, and Carol had never raised any ions. If Lise were truly trying to harm Carol now, that would show just how evil her intentions were.
Fearing that Neil might not believe her, Lise quickly reached out and grabbed his hand.
“Neil, you know how much I love you. I made a mistake once; how could I do it again?” She paused, taking a slow, steady breath before continuing, “And besides, they have nothing—just their words. There’s no real proof. They’re all just trying to ruin my name.”
As Lise spoke, tears streamed down her face. Her expression was one of deep sorrow and frustration.
The others exchanged uncertain glances, starting to question the situation. It seemed too strange to trust the word of a petty criminal, didn’t it? That would be far too unfair.
Neil looked over at the thug, who seemed to radiate dishonesty. Someone like that couldn’t possibly be trusted.
Calvin, however, didn’t flinch. He let out a mocking laugh.
“You really think I don’t have evidence?” He took a long drag from his cigarette, then exhaled slowly.
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“This man used to work for me,” he said, his tone casual.
“Lately, I noticed something was off, so I had him looked into. Turns out, there are records of Miss Bailey transferring money to him, along with some chat logs.” With a nod, he signaled to one of his men. The minion stepped forward, holding the evidence out, his voice loud and clear.
“All the evidence is right here.”
Lise shook her head in disbelief, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No, this can’t be true!” She didn’t even know this person. How could there be transaction records and chat logs involving her?
Neil’s assistant swiftly took the evidence from the minion, handing it to Neil. It was a phone. Neil reached out and grabbed it, studying it closely. In an instant, his expression hardened. His eyes grew cold as he shoved Lise aside.
“What do you have to say for yourself now?!”
Zoey displayed a self-satisfied grin. She had invested a small fortune preparing for today, nearly depleting all the savings she had painstakingly gathered over the years. Her entire scheme was aimed at bringing down Lise.
That deceitful woman! Lise had caused her to lose her leg and her ability to dance, while Lise was about to ascend to the status of a wealthy lady. Zoey found this utterly intolerable.
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