Her shout exploded through the air like a clap of thunder.
Every eye in the room instantly shot to Holly Sinclair's face.
Yet there wasn't the slightest hint of panic on Holly's placid face. She was utterly composed.
"Grandfather, it has to be her! The video is doctored! It's fake! She's trying to ruin me!"
Evelyn Morgan's words were resolute. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became, her tear-filled eyes flashing with intense hatred.
'That's it!'
'It has to be that bitch, Holly Morgan!'
'After all, she was the renowned Miss Morgan. Aside from Holly, no one in all of Aethelgard would dare to cross her.'
Master Morgan's gaze, sharp and severe, fell on Holly.
His eyes were full of accusation.
But Holly acted as if she hadn't noticed, a faint, unreadable smile playing on her lips as she looked at Evelyn Morgan. "Are you sure it's fake?"
"It… It is fake!"
Evelyn panicked for a second but stubbornly held her ground.
