Chapter 152

Isadora: ".

Even now, in a moment like this, this man still couldn't resist making light of things.

All the tangled, overwhelming emotions that had been crashing over Isadora's heart seemed to scatter in an instant. In their place rose a sudden, inexplicable wave of embarrassment. The heavy, suffocating weight she'd been carrying felt a bit lighter, soothed by the flush of shame that crept up inside her.

Just then, two technicians dressed head-to-toe in black appeared, each hauling a professional-grade video camera.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, here's the footage you requested. It's all copied onto this device," one of them said.

Victor took the small device, his gaze unreadable. He tapped the screen, scrolling through the clips with long, elegant fingers.

Everyone nearby held their breath, watching his every move in tense silence.

Suddenly, Victor's hand paused. He arched a brow, then handed the device back to the technician with a simple command. "Play this section for everyone."

and skeptical. Did he really have surveillance footage from inside the Vaughan family's manor-inside the bedroom, no less? What

up the camera so that its footage was projected onto

screen.

video flickered to life for all to

pain in her body was nothing

assumed her daughter was afraid to relive the moment of her fall. She tried to comfort her. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. I believe you. If there's really surveillance footage, at least the truth will come out and Mr. Fitzgerald

Eleanor's dress, her eyes wide and

cold, familiar

make sure you know what it means to be utterly ruined." On the

in shock, transfixed by the clarity of the

movement, but every word, leaving no doubt about what had

done-pulled in military-grade surveillance just to put on this

staring

you lied to

her with such icy eyes-no warmth,

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