In the cozy living room of the Myers family<b>, </b>snowkes danced outside the floor–to–ceiling windows, quietlyying a thin nket <b>of </b>white on the ground. Despite the warmth from the heating inside, a chill ran down my spine under Susan’s icy <b>gaze</b>.
They had dug into my past, even uncovering the life I had led before moving to RiverCity. They went as far as locking me in a storage room and cutting off the power, all to deal with me, the ex–wife<b>, </b>with such borate schemes.
Sipping her coffee disdainfully, Susan looked at me, suggesting, “Perhaps it’s time you reconsider leaving RiverCity?
I stood <b>tall</b>. “And your reason this time?”
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“The first dress your startup released was a total disaster, Susan sneered, “Do you think yourpany can survive this? Why not go abroad and take a few years to further your studies? I’ll cover the expenses.”
Clenching my fist, I recalled Bryant’s words in the Myers Mansion, echoing the simr sentiment of sending me abroad. Everyone seemed to want me gone.
Susan continued, “But before you go, you must issue a public apology on social media, admitting you intentionally caused <b>Dorothy </b><b>to </b>have a wardrobe malfunction in public<b>!</b>”
“And if I refuse?” I forced a bitter smile, locking eyes with Susan, my voice steady yet defiant<b>, </b><b>“</b>Moreover, is it automatically <b>my </b>fault <b>if </b>the dress had issues?”
Her face twisted in rage, her cup ttering loudly on the marble coffee table. “What are you implying? That Dorothy would expose herself to frame you?”
“It’s possible,” I replied. Indeed, it seemed the only usible exnation.
Susan approached me, her high heels clicking on the floor. Suddenly, she grabbed my chin, her manicured nails digging into <b>my </b>skin. “Evidence? Jane, what evidence do you have?”
Trapped by two bodyguards, I was immobilized.
“That’s right!” Having changed her clothes, Dorothy stormed down the stairs, seething. “It was you, making me theughing stock and tarnishing the Myers family’s reputation.”
I endured the pain. “I have evidence.”
Unfolding my hand, I revealed a piece of scrap fabric from Dorothy’s dress.
Susan nced at it dismissively. “And what’s this supposed to be?”
“Ms. Myers, you should recognize it.” I raised the fabric toward Dorothy. “After all, you cut it yourself. The cut is too clean.”
Being part of a high society like the Myers family usually meant others could only aspire to reach their level. Despite Dorothy’s notorious temperament, no one dared to embarrass the Myers family in such a manner.
Most importantly, not many would have handled this dress, making it easier to trace back. It was unlikely for anyone to risk implicating the entire family in such a foolish act. After much thought, it could only have been Dorothy herself.
Dorothy demanded furiously, “How did that end up with you?”
I answered, “It got torn off during our scuffle.”
The chaos that ensued was intense. But I was sure it wasn’t a quality issue. The strap broke first, and I wanted to know why. So, when I pped Dorothy back, I took the chance <b>to </b>pull the strap off.
She was too caught up in her fury, thinking she had destroyed my career, to notice.
Chapters <b>19</b>