Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 468

Go on, keep praising her. Heap on every compliment you can.

This was exactly the effect she wanted.

She wanted her daughter to become the most dazzling debutante in Capitolion, the star of every party, the envy of every eye.

And if, by some stroke of luck, she could one day marry better than Isadora-well, that would be the dream come true.

But just then, right in the midst of this harmonious atmosphere-

A sudden, jarring voice blared from the speakers mounted along the charity gala's gilded walls, drowning out the gentle music from the grand piano.

"No way... Olivia, you actually... killed her."

The words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving everyone in the hall stunned, mouths agape.

Another voice followed, cold and resolute: "Yes, it was me. If she hadn't died, who knows, maybe they would have traced everything back to me."

"Olivia, you're ruthless."

"Ruthless? What was I supposed to do, just let them find out I was the one who let that wretched Isadora into the warehouse and opened the freezer, hoping she'd freeze to death? That was my idea, wasn't it?"

"Too bad that woman and her unborn child survived. If she'd lost the baby, she'd be worthless to Victor, and none of this would have happened."

again, echoing through the hall, like some terrible nightmare come to

at the gala was frozen in

this... a confession? Who could say such vile things so calmly? People began searching for the source of the voice, trying to place who it belonged

realization seemed to dawn: the voice in the recording sounded just like Olivia-the

all eyes in the room locked onto the

alert, pounced like wolves scenting blood. They surged

whirred, the entire charity gala now ablaze

in the spotlight, listening in horror as her own voice and Sally Leda's

from her face, leaving

accusers, the righteous and the

terror in her eyes.

"Aah!"

aside her priceless cello

thud, the instrument crashed

her feet, desperate to escape this pack of

barely made it a few steps before the journalists swarmed in forming an impenetrable wall of microphones and questions, pressing in so close she could

screamed, furious. "Get away! Get out of my way! Don't you

doctored recording! Someone's out to frame me! Get

descended into

completely dumbfounded,

on earth is going