"Ms. Payne, this is the live feed from the hidden cameras."
The second Juniper sat down in the private suite, Felton handed her an iPad.
The screen was split, showing perfectly synced live feeds of both Sheryl and the fake girl.
"Excellent work. The quality is flawless," Juniper praised softly, a lazy smirk pulling at her lips.
"Thank you, Ms. Payne." Felton bowed his head humbly.
Honestly, the job had been a walk in the park. He’d simply bribed the makeup artist Sheryl had hired, slipping the microscopic cameras directly into both women’s updos. Now, every move they made was broadcast in crystal clear HD.
He had assumed they were just trying to get the Boss’s attention. But no. These absolute lunatics were actually trying to trap the Boss in a hotel room.
"All footage is being backed up to a secure server in real-time, Ms. Payne. You can pull the clips whenever you need them."
"Mhm." Juniper popped a piece of fruit into her mouth, looking completely relaxed.
Felton hesitated, unsure of his next move. "Ms. Payne, what are your orders regarding the Boss?"
She had mentioned earlier that she was using him as a pawn tonight. But what exactly was his role?
"Don't let him actually drink anything spiked," Juniper said smoothly, twirling a cocktail fork between her fingers. "But make sure they think he fell for it. If we flip the board too early, the game won't be any fun."
Felton blinked, taking a second to process the sheer villainy of the plan. "Understood, Ms. Payne."
With his orders clear, Felton slipped out of the room.
Juniper tapped the iPad screen, rewinding the footage to review the audio from earlier.
Hearing the Yardleys' master plan, her lips curved into a cold, lethal smile.
The Yardley family?
After tonight, they wouldn't even exist in Eclara City.
—
Down in the grand hall.

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