Chapter 613
Sienna didn’t bother with pointless arguments; her sharp, frigid gaze locked directly onto Celeste’s forced composure.
“It’s one thing to play the victim to gain sympathy from outsiders. But Celeste, don’t forget that I know exactly who you are. You were formally trained in internal medicine; you are an expert in pharmacology. Are you seriously claiming total ignorance regarding the ingredients in Nitroglycerin Pills and chemical interactions? You could fool some medically illiterate idiot, but do you honestly think anyone here is going to buy that p>
Sienna lifted her hand, her fingertips sweeping across the varying expressions of the Sterling family, a casual mockery dancing in her eyes.
Celeste stiffened, her entire facade fracturing in an instant.
She didn’t dare look at anyone, pure panic swirling in her downcast eyes.
Sienna crossed her arms, absorbing everyone’s reactions.
Eleanor was deathly pale, shock and horror written all over her face.
Decades of trust and affection crumbled in a heartbeat, leaving her thoroughly shattered.
On the bed, the paralyzed Helena continued to drool down her chin.
Stark terror filled her cloudy eyes as the paralyzed half of her body twitched uncontrollably.
Only Jarred maintained his aloof, icy demeanor.
His face revealed nothing, remaining so still it bordered on apathetic.
But Sienna saw it with crystal clarity—his long, elegant fingers resting at his side were quietly, repeatedly clenching and unclenching in a blind spot no one else noticed.
It was the first time Sienna had ever seen Jarred—a man famously composed, strategic, and entirely unbothered by any storm—display such an unrestrained, helpless tell.
Celeste spoke in a rush, “Yes, I’m a doctor, but Dr. Clayton’s formula is his own proprietary blend. How could I possibly know exactly what went into it p>
Sienna withdrew her gaze from Jarred and set it back on the rapidly unraveling Celeste, her tone chilling.
“You truly knew nothing? Then I have a question for you p>
She took two slow steps toward Celeste.
“The winery that supplies Eleanor’s exclusive premium vintage is wholly owned by a shadow boss. How is it that the name registered to it is yours? According to the staff at your winery, you personally oversaw the formula for this specific vintage every single year. You controlled the recipe and supervised the entire brewing process with your exclusive team. During production, all regular staff were strictly forbidden from approaching, touching, or asking about the details of the formula. Are you going to tell me you know nothing about that, either p>
As soon as she finished speaking, Thea tossed a stack of hard evidence right in front of everyone.
A video began to play, featuring the voices of the winery staff corroborating every single word Sienna had said.
Celeste’s pupils violently dilated, the very last shred of her hope shattering into dust.
She had executed this plan with extreme secrecy, the winery was registered to an offshore shell company, buried beneath three or four layers of corporate shields.
She had been absolutely confident that no one could trace it back to her.
Yet the documents in Sienna’s hands laid it out in black and white, perfectly mapping the complex web of cross-holdings and proxies she had used. Every single thread was exposed.
She never imagined Sienna could dig so deeply and uncover the whole truth.
Sienna watched her desperately try to hold her ground, a fleeting, icy satisfaction brushing over her heart.
Celeste would never know that Silas, despite his arrogant and ruthless exterior, was actually the hidden king of the underground information trade.
Armed with connections and channels ordinary people couldn’t even dream of, uncovering buried secrets was his undeniable specialty.
Eleanor reached out with trembling hands to take the physical documents, her fingers shaking violently as she flipped through the pages.
With every line she read, her face grew paler, the blood draining completely from her body.
She stared dead at Celeste—the obedient, sensible girl she had adored for years—her voice shaking with absolute disbelief.