ing?" Ansel's voice dropped the te

e closed the lid of the laptop with a sharp s

her voice perfectly flat, devoid of any guilt. "Why? Did I

llimeter of her face, searching for a micro-expression

ely engulfing her. "Credit card statements? Do you take me for a fool? That level of atta

walked in, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "The lobby downstairs is swarming

h. She grabbed her coat from the chair and slipped it

th long, purposeful strides. Caitlyn followed closely behind. Ansel re

stood in the center of the chaos, wearing a tailored ha

the lenses with an expression of profound heartbreak. "Alia is just too rebellious.

g up the juicy narrative of a fallen hei

ors to the private elevator slid open. Alia and

ond. Then, every single lens pivoted to focus on A

A flash of pure panic crossed Carmel's eyes, but her hand immediately fle

orried your mother was?" Carmel practically ran forwar

disgust. "Worried about me? Or worried that I didn't

ictim. "How can you speak to your elder like this? You commit this disgu

"Miss Stanton, is your stepmother telling the trut

eached into her designer bag and pulled o

the cameras, let us take a look at where she received hers," Alia

a had a clear view. "This is an employment record from twen

file she jus

lightning had struck her spine. The blood vanished fro

xt aloud. "Position: Junior Maid at the Stanton Manor

eir ears. The woman who paraded around New York as an elegant Old Mon

yes slicing into Carmel like knives. "Here is a police report from t

ng lights reached a blinding intensity. This wa

e last shred of her sanity. She lunged at Alia, her ha

shoved Carmel hard in the chest. Carmel stumbled ba

reaming, thrashing commoner. The stark contrast made

ontempt and vengeance. "A low-class maid who steals from

g, disgusted stares of the reporters burning into her skin

ed the execution with cold, detached eyes. The co

He issued a cold command. "Release all the dirt on the