Chapter 448
Sienna followed Celeste’s line of sight.
As the tension reached its boiling point, Celeste’s subordinate slowly leaned in and whispered something to the girl standing next to him.
The crowd parted, and Sienna finally saw the girl’s face.
It was Daisy Bridges!
Daisy shoved her way through the onlookers, stumbling wildly toward the stage.
Thanks to Celeste’s intentional prodding, Daisy had consumed far too much wine tonight. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
The hatred and grievances she had suppressed for so long had been entirely ignited by the alcohol.
After their last two encounters, Sienna had assumed Daisy wouldn’t dare cause any more trouble for a while.
At the very least, she thought Jarred had successfully talked some sense into her.
But looking at her state tonight, Celeste had clearly been fueling the fire, subtly manipulating Daisy into blaming Sienna for every single tragedy in her life.
This pushed Daisy, who was already drowning in the grief of losing her mother, into a deep, unshakable hatred for Sienna.
In Daisy’s eyes, Sienna had become a high-and-mighty tyrant, recklessly crushing the weak.
Daisy violently shoved away the waiter trying to support her, staggering up the steps of the stage.
She snatched the microphone right out of the host’s hands. A piercing screech of feedback sliced through the joyous atmosphere.
The bustling banquet hall plunged into a deathly silence.
Every guest turned to stare in shock at the completely unhinged Daisy.
The aftershocks of the red wine surged through her. Daisy trembled from head to toe, her eyes bloodshot.
Her voice was shrill and devastating, filled with world-ending hatred as she pointed straight at Sienna in the crowd below.
“It’s her! Sienna! She is a murderer p>
The words hit like a bomb. The room erupted into chaos, gasps echoing from every corner.
“At a time like this, you’re still running around framing people? Just because you have power and connections, you think you can do whatever the hell you want p>
Daisy gripped the microphone until her knuckles turned white, her agonizing screams bouncing off the walls of the hall.
“Today, I’m going to serve justice! Give me back my mother’s life p>
The entire hall exploded.
Countless gazes, thick with contempt and utter disbelief, peppered Sienna.
In the blink of an eye, Sienna was thrust into a desperate corner, universally condemned and completely alone.
Holding the mic, Daisy pointed her shaking finger at Sienna, tears streaming endlessly down her face.
“My mom died at her hands! She even locked up my dad! Today, I’m going to rip off her mask in front of everyone p>
Not a single person in the crowd dared to utter a word in Sienna’s defense.
Only on the outermost edge of the crowd did Jarred’s face completely darken.
He immediately moved to storm the stage and drag Daisy down.
But Eleanor and Helena ordered their bodyguards to form a human wall, physically blocking him from taking a single step.
Sienna stood perfectly still, the stray hairs framing her face blowing softly in the breeze.
There was no panic on her face.
She simply narrowed her eyes, studying the hysterical Daisy on stage, and then glanced at Celeste nearby.
Celeste looked utterly horrified and confused. She covered her mouth, rolling her wheelchair back, a step her voice trembling.
“Daisy… w-what are you talking about? How could Ms. Sloan p>
Her acting had truly reached new heights.
The panicked tone, the perfectly timed tears pooling in her eyes, paired with that heartbreakingly pitiful face.
She played the role of an innocent little bunny, terrified by the sudden chaos, to perfection.
Sienna let out a soft scoff.
Before she could even react, Jarred violently shoved away the bodyguards restraining him.
Amidst the pandemonium, Jarred’s towering, imposing figure cut through the crowd.
ནཱསg! His brows were locked in a tight frown. The usual lazy, relaxed aura that surrounded him had completely vanished, replaced by an aura of frigid, ruthless authority