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Chapter 1396
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“No! How can this be? These pictures are fabricated! They’re not real! Shut it off p>
Heather panicked, rushing toward the screen as if she could tear it down with her bare hands. “Hurry up and turn it off p>
The onlookers watched her with a mix of shock, curiosity, and thinly veiled disdain.
Then a voice from behind the crowd cut through the commotion.
“What’s going on here p>
Annabel stood at the back, her expression painted with surprise. Yet the moment her eyes landed on the screen, that surprise hardened into disdain. A heartbeat later, recognition flashed through her gaze. She lifted a hand and pointed at Heather.
“Aren’t those your photos p>
Heather spun around—and there was Annabel, flawless and composed, dressed as though nothing in the world could touch her.
Heather had ruined Annabel’s dress. She had been certain Annabel wouldn’t dare show her face—certain she’d be too embarrassed to attend, let alone explain herself once the “evidence” was exposed.
But Annabel was here. Her dress was intact. And the photos on the screen… had been swapped.
The truth struck Heather the instant she saw the faint curve of Annabel’s smile.
She lunged forward, jabbing a finger at her. “It was you! You switched the photos! You’re ruthless p>
Annabel stepped back, calm and unhurried. “I just arrived. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides, my dress got dirty earlier, so I went to change p>
Then she glanced at the screen again, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“What a shame I showed up late. I wonder what else I missed p>
Heather’s face drained of color. Even though the projection was shut off in time, the damage was done. Everyone had seen enough.
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A desperate thought seized her. Heather spotted Cathy and rushed over, gripping her hand tightly.
“Cathy, you were there with me that day. You know what happened. I didn’t do anything. I was set up, wasn’t I p>
But when Cathy noticed the watching eyes and the shifting expressions around them, she stiffened. Slowly, awkwardly, she pulled her hand away.
“Heather… I did go with you to the bar,” Cathy said, forcing the words out. “But I left early. I don’t know what happened after that p>
Heather was stunned by Cathy’s response. Just as she reached out to pull Cathy in again, Erica strode forward and shoved Heather back.
Erica knew exactly what Heather was trying to do. Heather had been emboldened by the photos she’d brought, which was why she’d dared to act so brazenly toward Annabel. And from Annabel’s reaction, Erica was convinced Annabel had some connection to the men in the pictures.
Still, Erica hadn’t expected things to spiral like this. Now that Heather was useless, Erica wasn’t about to let her drag Cathy down as well.
“Heather, I never thought you’d sink this low. Stay away from Cathy. Don’t even think about implicating her p>