Sophia was just about to blow her top upon hearing that. All her rage was now directed toward that


    cunning bitch, Zoe Harper.


    The crowd went wild again. Betty wasn’t some pitiful victim. She was the one who started this trail of


    lies!


    The reporters began reporting this to their respective tforms, with headlines like “Taylor Family


    Heiress.


    is World-Renowned Jewelry Designer Alexa?”, “What Else Have We Yet to See from Alyssa Taylor?”, ”


    Sophia Kirkman and Betty Beckett Humiliate Themselves Once Again-Lying to International Celebrity


    with Counterfeit Jewelry!”, and finally, “Deep Look: When Will Sophia Kirkman and Betty Beckett Finally


    Stop Their Twisted Schemes?”.


    Betty could never have imagined she would once again turn up on the headlines as yet another


    embarrassment in the nation in less than a year’s time, this time even more riotous than before.


    Seeing how things were now out of control, Sophia tried to turn the bottle to Jasper. “Are you just going


    to


    stand there and let them harass your sister like that, Jasper?


    “I may not be your mother, but Betty is still half your sister. How could you side with an outsider like


    this?”N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    “An outsider? I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Jasper retorted.


    “Who else would I be talking about? Her!” Sophia growled, ring at Alyssa.


    Jasper nced at Alyssa, then said nonchntly, “Nah, I don’t think she counts.”


    Sophia’s face turned beet red. “You! You horny bastard!”


    “Better that than a vile, greedy liar.” Jasper got his phone out and then called Xavier. “Bring them in.”


    Now, it was Alyssa’s turn to wonder what he was up to.


    At that moment, the door swung open once more, revealing a figure in a wheelchair, sporting a cap and


    a


    mask concealing their identity.


    The only discernible detail was that this individual was a woman, and nothing more could be


    ascertained.


    Alyssa tugged at Jasper’s sleeve, asking quietly, “What trick are you ying now?”


    The man swallowed, his heart warming up at the gesture. “Getting back what’s yours.”


    What’s mine? Alyssa thought curiously as she gazed at the woman in the wheelchair.


    She was weakly prying off her cap and mask, revealing that she was none other than Abigail Grant.


    The crowd gawked at her in shock, then at one another incredulously.


    Betty, meanwhile, was terrified. She stumbled backward unsteadily, body nearly numb with terror.


    Alyssa, meanwhile, was deep in thought, trying to piece two and two together.


    She finally had it all figured out.


    Abigail didn’t stay in aa after the car ident.


    Jasper was the one who made that news up, all to fool Betty and make her let her guard down,


    meanwhile waiting for the right time to send her out to Betty’s demise.