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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?”

The pen barrel slipped from Charlotte’s grasp, rolling under the corner of the

stealing your bracelet, and you set me up in the lounge last

face, twisted with anger a moment ago, now crumpled into an expression of wounded innocence. She staggered backward and collapsed to the floor,

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shaking in feigned sobs.

out, “I know you’re still angry with me. It was wrong of me to accuse you I never should have

knife from the table and pressed it to her wrist, dragging the blade across

lunged to

that moment, the office door flew

from her wrist and staining the sleeve of her

called, alarm etched across

desk. Pain flashed across her features, but Evander’s world had narrowed

“Evander… It’s all my fault. I nearly got Dr. Sterling hurt, and on top of that, she lost her job because

this is your fault,” Evander said sharply, his tone icy as he swept Tr. his arms

into

you nor the Sterling family will get away with it.”