Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 225

A single revelation set off a storm.

The hall was abuzz with murmurs. Just moments ago, the lively and cheerful atmosphere in the grand hall had been palpable. But now, it was as if someone had flipped a switch. Silence fell over the hall. It was so absolute you could hear a pin drop. All eyes turned to Kayla, and whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

"Gosh, murder?"

"Is this for real? It can't be, right?"

Someone else chimed in, "Do you even need to ask? Look at the victim's family standing right there. This has to be true!"

"I heard about it! A driver of the Fuller family did pass away recently. They found the car and body yesterday near the beach on Cedar Street. Word is, it sank straight into the water. A friend who went to the scene told me it was... horrific." "Gosh! If Kayla really did it... Well, I guess you never truly know someone, do you?"

The crowd started shifting subtly. Some people discreetly moved farther away from Kayla. Step by step, the space around her widened until she stood almost entirely alone.

Kayla felt like she had plunged into an icy abyss. How had things spiraled out of control like this? Why had Mina barged in and exposed everything? What made it worse was how she could claim to have evidence tying Kayla to a crime. What did she know?

churned in her gut. If she had known this was coming, she would've dealt with Mina a long time ago. Anything would've been better than being bitten back like this. Dexter and Myra exchanged a quick glance. As protective

expression was grim as he stared down the flashing cameras and reporters. His voice was cold and sharp. "This is private property. Who gave you permission to trespass? Security! Confiscate their equipment and

elize

immediately!"

claiming they were relatives helping her pack up some belongings. Trusting her, the guards

guards prepared to act, one of the reporters boldly stepped forward. "Mr. Fuller, as the wealthiest man

are you from? Are you accusing my daughter of murder without

reporter smirked,

evidence. And this story-oh,

and

Fuller, we

arm. "Darling, don't lose your temper," she whispered. "Throwing them out will only give them more fuel. If we want to prove

Mina, who the reporters surrounded. Letting out a measured sigh, he spoke

someone to visit you at the hospital. I gave you money and provided a