Chapter 100: The Gala IV

Athena wasn’t sure what angered her the most: the hot slap of humiliation that stung on her cheek, Fiona’s underhanded schemes, or the fickleness of human trust.

The latter though was making her jaw tick.

This was a gala where her achievements were being celebrated, and yet here she was, standing accused as a thief.

How could they believe she was capable of stealing a flimsy piece of jewelry with no monetary value, especially after awarding her? Didn’t anyone possess the common sense to see the absurdity of it all?

Her eyes darted over to Ewan and Zane who were watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Ewan looked particularly distressed, his brow furrowed deeply in confusion. Sandro’s absence was still inconspicuous, and Zane seemed very interested in stepping in to defend her.

But she knew he wouldn’t. Not if he valued his family’s company. The leading family of the city wasn’t one to be trifled with.

So, yes, she didn’t really fault Zane for not stepping in.

She would have to take care of this herself, like she always did.

At the same moment, she noted the absence of her friends—Because they weren’t here causing a scene, demanding for justice and sense to knocked into the minds of the audience, they must have been locked out before the search began.

Good. She didn’t want her friends involved in this.

Athena turned her glare back to the hostess then, ready to iron the situation out.

"I said I didn’t do it, Victoria," She repeated, her voice firmer now.

scoffed, her

the celebration began. It didn’t matter that she herself was the fiancée to the host;

woman had achieved, not because she was dating a hot shot or married to a business

achiever like the doctor. But it didn’t

to put the latter down. And now the opportunity presented

to believe you?" She asked, gazing at Athena with disgust. "A thief in our midst dressed in good intentions? Spare

to slap Athena once more, but Athena was done

her grip tight and unyielding. "I wouldn’t tolerate being treated

that followed felt

hand a second later and turned to

need proof, right? If I’m the one with the stolen ring, where’s

in disbelief. He had arrived at the

dismissively as if Athena were a nuisance. Victoria

out from the crowd, cutting through the rising

drafted to an old

old man looking regal in a traditional outfit

old man. He had been

risking a chuckle, trying to keep her

respond to her words at first, she inhaled softly, bent on killing

past the whispers of the crowd.

a sigh

to the tech crew afterwards, his voice commanding. "Get the

the footage could be accessed, however, the projector screen

silent, all eyes glued to the screen as scenes began to play

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