To fabricate chat logs and financial transactions like these, Zoey must have invested heavily.
Before Katelyn could reply, her phone rang unexpectedly. As the ringtone sounded, all eyes, previously fixed on the spectacle surrounding Lise, shifted to Katelyn.
Lise quickly suggested, “Katelyn is a friend of Hades. She should verify it with Hades. If the Spring Snow Herb is still secure, it will dispel all these accusations.”
She grasped onto this possibility as her final chance to vindicate herself. She couldn’t let her dream wedding end in disaster. It was the position of Mrs. Wheeler that she had dreamed of for so long, and she was on the verge of finally obtaining it.
Meanwhile, Paloma, who had been observing the situation with great anxiety, was deeply concerned. Lise had assured Paloma that once she married Neil, the Finch family would receive financial support from her. Thus, Paloma must not let Lise…
Fail! Paloma urgently clutched Katelyn’s arm, begging, “Miss Bailey, please help.” Her nervousness made her grip Katelyn’s arm too firmly.
Katelyn, caught off guard as she was about to take the call, almost dropped her phone. She gave a slight frown and said sharply, “Let go!”
Without waiting for any further plea from Paloma, Katelyn picked up the phone.
“The Spring Snow Herb is missing?!”
Katelyn’s words struck Lise like a heavy blow, leaving her stunned. In an instant, Lise’s face drained of color, as if all the life had been sucked out of her. She shook her head, unable to comprehend what had just been said.
No, this couldn’t be real!
Lise opened her mouth to speak, but at that very moment…
“Smack!” Neil’s hand shot out, landing a hard blow to Lise’s face.
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Lise crumpled to the floor, unable to stay upright under the force. A vivid imprint of Neil’s fingers quickly appeared on her pale cheek, the skin swelling in response. Blood began to trickle from her nose, staining her face. Lise’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion.
With a shaky hand, Neil pointed at Lise.
“Lise, you’ve truly disappointed me! The wedding is canceled!”
The sudden shift left everyone stunned, unable to believe what they were hearing.
Neil turned his wheelchair, ready to leave the scene.
But Lise wasn’t about to let him leave. Her hand shot out, grasping Neil’s leg, and she pleaded, “Neil, it wasn’t me. Please, you have to believe me!”
Only moments ago, she had held herself like royalty, but now she was a mess, her composure shattered. Still, there was nothing she could present to show she was innocent. The chat records, the confirmation of the Spring Snow Herb’s disappearance by Katelyn—everything seemed to wrap around her like a tight chain. There was no escape, no space left for her to fight back.
Neil stared down at her, his eyes cold.
“This is it. We’re done. It’s time for you to go.”
One by one, he pried Lise’s fingers off him. But his attention never wavered from Katelyn. His gaze was like a poisonous snake, winding around its prey—sticky and nauseating.
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