chapter620
Luke couldn't find a single word to say.
The whole room went quiet.
Milana stared at Luke, then suddenly burst out laughing, the sound sharp and desperate. Luke, this isn't on me. It's your grandmother. She's the one who refused to see reason. She insisted on giving our family's money to Lydia, someone who isn't even one of us.
"Your dad and I begged her. We tried everything, but she wouldn't budge.
"And then there's Lydia.
"She's the one who nearly destroyed our company, and your grandmother still wouldn't let us have the assets. What else was I supposed to do?
"If you want someone to blame, blame Lydia.
"She forced my hand. If she hadn't targeted Smith Corporation, if she hadn't pushed us so far, I never would have had to move the family fortune over to us. That money always belonged to the Smiths. What's so wrong about fighting for what's ours?"
People in the crowd shook their heads, watching Milana with a mix of pity and disbelief.
Lydia let out a cold laugh. Grandma trusted you with Smith Corporation. You messed everything up, lost all your money, and now you want to pin it on her?
"You keep saying I forced your hand. Smith Corporation was in crisis so many times, and if I hadn't helped you in secret, the company would've been finished ages ago. "This time I simply chose not to help, and suddenly I'm the villain? That's hilarious."
Milana snapped, her eyes wild as she glared at Lydia. Then why are you still clinging to the Smith family's fortune? You're already Miss L. Why do you care so much about what's ours? You traitor!"
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
Everyone turned to stare at Lydia, stunned.
Did they hear that right? Lydia was Miss L? The Miss L from LYLX?
That couldn't be real.
Lydia smiled, her lips curling in a mysterious way. She walked forward, her presence
so cool and commanding the whole room seemed to freeze.
She stopped in front of Milana and Jenson, pulled out her phone, and held it up for them to see.
One look, and both of them went pale as ghosts.
Jenson stumbled backwards, shaking his head. "No. This can't be. It's not possible..."
His voice trailed off. His legs gave out and he dropped to the floor, completely dazed.
Milana's jaw hung open. "This is fake, Lydia. You made this up!"
Lydia leaned in, her voice just above a whisper. "If you don't believe me, why not get a DNA test?"
Milana just sagged, all the fight drained out of her.
Suddenly, police officers rushed in, taking control of the room.
Byron hurried to Lydia's side and whispered, Sandy's quick, but our people are
chasing her. She won't get far."
Lydia nodded. "I trust you guys know what you're doing."
Byron felt a little embarrassed.
Was she actually complimenting them?
After all, when they'd investigated
Mrs. Smith's case, they'd come up
empty handed Lydia insisted the old
lady's accident wasn't really an accident.
They'd watched Sandy for days and found nothing, but in the end, Lydia was right.
Mrs. Smith's fall wasn't an accident.
Not long after Lydia and Luke showed up, Sandy sensed trouble and started quietly slipping away, looking for a chance to run.
She'd dealt with Lydia enough to
Rexpose
know that Lydia would never expose her own mother's mothers crimes in public
Scimes in-putaligys
unless she had real proof.
With everyone distracted by Milana and Jenson, Sandy edged out of sight, avoiding
the cameras as she tried to escape.
She even make it out of the
hotel before the police arrived,
bcompletely
blocking every exit and sealingel
the