"What did you say?"
"You're just a pawn in her plan."
Tristan Sterling sneered coldly, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Curtis Prescott, I must have been blind not to see how foolish you are, being played like a monkey and still amused."
It turned out that all those drugs were planted by Elara Joyce herself!
Not by someone else, not a misunderstanding, not a coincidence.
She orchestrated it all with her own hands, a step-by-step strategy.
Curtis was stunned for half a second, his gaze instantly turning cold.
"Did you really do this?"
He used to think she was just capricious, with a bad temper but a good heart.
When she threw tantrums and smashed things, he coaxed her.
When she was jealous of others, he avoided them.
When she cried that he didn't love her enough, he compensated her doubly.
He never expected her to be so ruthless.
Daring to scheme against so many people, wanting to ruin Vivian Sinclair, and even wanting to drag him down!
"Do you have evidence?"
