Lise stumbled a few steps, and after regaining her balance, she lunged to snatch the phone from Neil’s grasp. Her expression shifted completely. Lise shook her head in disbelief and exclaimed, “No, this can’t be true!”
She was certain she hadn’t sent those messages. But the account was indeed hers, and the transaction records were linked to her bank.
Confusion overwhelmed her. The proof seemed indisputable, presenting itself as an undeniable reality.
Onlookers, observing the exchange, murmured to each other, “What is this evidence? Judging by their expressions, could it be true?”
Another spectator added skeptically, “It’s hard to say, but it looks pretty convincing.”
“If it’s true, then Lise is indeed vicious. She’s practically attempting to kill Carol.”
Curiosity about the actual evidence grew among the crowd. At that moment, Zoey wheeled closer, and while Lise was distracted, she deftly took the phone.
Lise, taken aback, protested, “What are you doing?!”
Lise reached to retrieve it, but Zoey was ready. She connected a mini projector to the phone. A beam of light shot out, casting the phone’s display onto a large screen. The banquet hall’s lighting technician, seemingly anticipating this, dimmed the lights in the hall. The evidence was now unmistakably clear for all to witness. The audience inhaled sharply in shock.
It was true! How could Lise dare to do something so drastic, effectively severing Carol’s lifeline?
Although Carol had been previously reassured by Katelyn, the display of evidence now caused her to shake with rage. She slammed her hand against the table forcefully. Then, she rose.
Sharply, pointing a shaking finger at Lise, Carol exclaimed furiously, “Lise, how could you! Haven’t you always wanted to be part of the Wheeler family? Well, as long as I’m alive, you will never be one of us!”
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Katelyn’s expression turned to one of concern as she watched Carol. She worried that Carol’s health might suffer under the stress of anger.
Lise, now in a state of panic, clutched Neil’s hand, pleading, “Neil, I swear it’s not what it looks like. This has to be Zoey’s plot. It’s too perfectly timed!”
Neil forcefully pulled his hand away.
“I gave you a grand wedding, hoping to marry you with all the grandeur, and now you’ve turned me into a laughingstock!” A powerful urge to strangle Lise surged through him. The murmurs and accusatory glances from those around him felt like an invisible weight, crushing him from all sides.
Tears cascaded down Lise’s cheeks like pearls spilling from a necklace.
“It’s not true. They claimed the Spring Snow Herb was destroyed, yet there has been no word from Hades. Neil, don’t you think this is suspicious?”
They had all been performing up until now. As long as the Spring Snow Herb was confirmed to still exist, it would vindicate her. That had to be the explanation.
Neil’s brows knitted together. Although his expression was cool, a trace of uncertainty appeared in his eyes.
Aimee, comfortably reclined in her chair, murmured with intrigue, “Could she actually be set up? If that’s true, Zoey’s capabilities are quite remarkable.”
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