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Regret Novel 33

Charlotte’s eyes flickered with a hint of sorrow–so fleeting it might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. But Tricia caught it perfectly, and her lips curled into a satisfied, triumphant smile. She stepped forward, chin lifted. “So what if you restored the security footage?” she taunted. “Did you really think that even if Evander knew the truth, he’d stick his neck out for you–a mere plaything–just to make things difficult for me?”

“Face reality, Charlotte. Don’t overestimate yourself. Evander would never believe you.”

Convinced she’d won, Tricia was about to sweep out of the room when Charlotte’s voice stopped her cold.

“I recorded everything you just said.”

Tricia froze, spinning around. Her gaze landed on the pen in Charlotte’s hand.

In a flash, Tricia lunged and grabbed Charlotte’s wrist. “You dared to record me?” she hissed.

Before Charlotte could answer, Tricia snatched the pen away and hurled it to the floor. It shattered instantly, pieces scattering across the polished hardwood.

Tricia let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Charlotte, take my advice–don’t waste your energy on these pathetic little schemes.”

Staring at the ruined recorder at her feet, Charlotte suddenly smiled. “You keep calling me overconfident, but if you really had nothing to hide, why would you be so afraid of a recording?”

For a moment, Tricia was caught off guard. Charlotte crouched down, scooped up the broken pen, and held the empty barrel out as if to prove a point. “It’s just a regular pen, Director Winthrop. What’s with all the drama?”

knocking Charlotte’s hand aside. The pen barrel slipped from Charlotte’s grasp, rolling under the

head–on. “You framed me for stealing your bracelet, and you set me

retort died in her throat as a noise echoed from the hallway. Her face, twisted with anger a moment ago, now crumpled into an expression of wounded innocence. She staggered backward

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shaking in feigned sobs.

she choked out, “I know you’re still angry with me. It was wrong of me to accuse

from the table and pressed it to her wrist, dragging the

lunged to stop

the

eyes immediately zeroed in on Tricia, who now sat on the floor, blood streaming from her wrist and staining the sleeve of her white coat. He rushed

alarm etched

her hip slamming into the corner of the desk. Pain flashed

and pale. “Evander… It’s all my fault. I nearly got Dr. Sterling hurt, and

as he swept Tr. his arms and glanced back

into

you nor the Sterling family will get away with it.” With Tricia cradled in his arms, he