Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 227

Kayla shook her head frantically. "No, it's not like that. It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

She pointed at the projection, her voice rising. "That video has to be fake! You set me up! You think you can frame me with a forged video? Dream on!"

In a fit of desperation, Kayla lunged forward, snatching the projector from the reporter's hands and slamming it to the ground. The device shattered into pieces, and the damning footage disappeared from the wall.

Myra, finally snapping out of her shock, looked at her daughter, who stood alone and defenseless in the room. Her heart twisted in agony. She started to move toward Kayla, intending to hold her close. However, before she could, the commotion at the door grabbed everyone's attention again.

Dexter's face turned crimson with fury. He spun around and yelled at the bodyguards, "Are you all useless? How are people still getting in here?"

The guards remained silent, their heads bowed.

This time, they hadn't failed to stop an intruder. The people who entered weren't people they could stop-it was Laurence, accompanied by a group of officers.

Laurence's presence brought a wave of silence over the crowd. Myra instinctively stepped in front of Kayla, shielding her with her body.

of reporters and flashing cameras to confront Laurence. "Captain Quinn, why are you here? Have you made

the hope of hearing something-anything-that could clear his daughter's

His tone was firm and unyielding. "Ms. Kayla, you're suspected of premeditated murder. You need to come with us." The room collectively

were no longer just

like vultures.

Even Sebastian stared in disbelief, unable to process what

voice cracked as she yelled, "It wasn't

mother's arm like a drowning person grasping

she had cherished, spoiled, and protected all her life. Kayla's desperate, tear-soaked

Myra's sorrow quickly transformed

into fierce determination. She

like a

take my daughter based on a video that could easily be forged. Where's your proof? You need

was calm but firm. "Mrs. Fuller, we wouldn't be here if we didn't have concrete evidence. Do you really