Chapter 291
“What? Even the police can’t touch them? I seriously suspect they are spies bought out by some foreign country p>
Mira Mercer had to admire their linguistic gymnastics. Just like that, the accusations against Lydia Fontaine and her group had escalated again.
“I’m not the spy! She is p>
Lydia’s accomplice panicked, turning against her in a heartbeat.
The woman felt incredibly unlucky today. Lydia had invited them out for lunch, but it turned out she just wanted muscle for a fight.
From the start, she had only thrown a few insults on Lydia’s behalf, and now the police were about to haul her away. It was deeply humiliating; she had a reputation to uphold, after all.
And now she was being called a foreign spy? Had Lydia actually committed corporate espionage? That wasn’t a light accusation.
If she got dragged down as an accomplice, how many years would she get? Would she be locked up for life?
“She lied to us today. She said she was treating us to lunch, but the moment she got here, she started a riot p>
Another friend immediately chimed in to save herself.
“We had no idea what was going on from the very beginning. We never helped her do anything illegal p>
She couldn’t shoulder a criminal charge either. It was time to cut ties.
However, her defense only seemed to cement the rumor that Lydia was a corporate spy.
Even the customer who had casually thrown out the accusation was stunned.
They had just been running their mouth-were they actually right?
“Officers, we were tricked into coming here. You have to believe us,” Lydia’s friend pleaded, desperate to avoid the station and the crippling fines that would inevitably follow.
“Exactly, she played us,” the other friend eagerly agreed.
Fragile friendships meant nothing when jail time was on the line; she wasn’t going to take the fall for this.
“But you were just cursing at the staff right alongside her p>
“That was all Lydia’s doing! She brainwashed us. Otherwise, why would we pick a
fight with a steakhouse we have zero problems with p>
“Exactly! On the way here, she threatened us. She said if we didn’t help her cause a scene she would We gotte
have us fired the second we got back p>
“That is complete bullshit! When did I ever say that?” Lydia shrieked, her eyes wide
as she glared at her two so-called friends.
The other woman sneered. “You definitely said it! If you hadn’t blackmailed us, why would we ever help you p>
“I am so sorry. We were just intimidated by her, which is why we yelled. We sincerely apologize to the restaurant p>
The nearby journalists kept their cameras rolling, capturing every second of the betrayal.
This was pure gold. Coming here today was the best decision they had ever made. Once they posted this the engagement was going to shatter records
“What’s her name? What does she do? Are you her employees?” the reporters pressed.
Lydia’s two friends eagerly spilled everything to the crowd.
“What? A manager at a subsidiary of the Scott Group? Do they have a grudge against Solflare Hearth & Grill p>
“Who knows if it’s a personal vendetta or a corporate war p>
The onlookers found a fresh angle, gossiping animatedly among themselves.
But the police weren’t going to be swayed by Lydia and her friends’ bickering.
They quickly hauled all three of them away.
Timing it perfectly, Mira sent the video footage—along with the photos Lenny Forbes had provided yesterday-anonymously to Mrs. Scott.
She even added a helpful little warning at the end:
*Lydia is a top-tier mistress. She’s been awfully cozy with Mr. Scott lately. Watch your back p>
It didn’t matter if Mrs. Scott believed it completely; what mattered was planting the seed of doubt.
Given how stunning Lydia was and her history as a mistress, it was a wife’s worst nightmare. Without a doubt Lydia’s career at the Scott Group was effectively over