“Ms. Hart’s acting is as… pathetically clumsy as ever.”
Lilian’s sobs stopped abruptly.
She looked up at Damien’s eyes, which seemed to see right through her, and a chill crept into her heart.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“You don’t?”
Damien sneered and took out his phone, tapping the screen lightly.
In the next second, a familiar, tearful female voice echoed clearly from the phone’s speaker.
“…Mr. Brooks, don’t worry, I’ve already put the drug in her juice. You can just take her away later…”
“…Lucian, listen to me, just say that bitch Grace fell down the stairs by accident. It has nothing to do with us…”
“…Dr. Adrian Lowell, this is a small token of my appreciation. As long as you can get Grace kicked out of the Arclight Research Institute, there will be plenty more where that came from…”
One recording after another played, echoing in the heavy silence.
Every word was spoken by Lilian herself.
The expressions of the onlookers shifted from shock to disbelief, then to dawning realization, and finally, to undisguised contempt for Lilian.
“Oh my god! So it was the sister who was trying to harm her all along!”
“Drugging her? Pushing her down the stairs? Bribing people? That’s just pure evil!”
“She’s not some innocent little flower, she’s a venus flytrap!”
All the blood drained from Lilian’s face.
She sat paralyzed on the ground, staring at Damien in disbelief, trembling uncontrollably.
“No… that’s not… I didn’t say that! It’s fake! You faked it!”
She shrieked her denials, but her pathetic, frantic state only looked ridiculous in the face of the irrefutable proof.
Damien put his phone away and looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

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