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

hearing something-anything-that could clear

walked right past Dexter, his gaze locking on Kayla. His tone was firm and unyielding. "Ms.

mind. They were no longer just rumors or circumstantial evidence; Kayla's

the story of a lifetime, swarmed like vultures. Cameras clicked furiously, their flashes

Even Sebastian stared in disbelief, unable to process what was

an officer approached Kayla with silver handcuffs, she started to panic. Her voice cracked as she yelled, "It wasn't me! I didn't kill anyone! You're lying! You're

clung to her mother's arm like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline. "Mom, you believe me, don't you? I didn't do it. I didn't

at her daughter-the daughter she had cherished, spoiled,

Myra's sorrow quickly transformed

into fierce determination. She

like a

at Laurence. "You can't take my daughter based on a video that could easily be forged. Where's your proof? You need

Dexter, his expression unreadable. His voice was calm but firm. "Mrs. Fuller, we wouldn't be here if we didn't have concrete evidence. Do you really want