The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1389:

Marcia gave a derisive laugh and tilted her head with theatrical amusement. “Oh please, Miss Dixon. I do not scare that easily. Let’s not forget, Miss Holland is the CEO. She personally signed off on every step of this project. Now that the police are holding her responsible, why should the rest of us go down with her?”

Her logic was sharp, perhaps even reasonable—but her delivery was merciless.

Natasha’s hands curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Frustration surged through her in a hot wave. She inhaled through gritted teeth, then snapped, “You all can leave now!”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and headed back to the police station, not sparing a single glance behind.

Marcia watched her leave, lips twisting into a sneer. “Foolish woman.”

Emily, who had remained silent until now, could no longer hold her tongue. “Marcia,” she said, her voice trembling with restrained anger, “Miss Holland has always treated you with kindness. What you said moments ago was cruel.”

smile curling on her lips. “Oh? Look who decided to grow a

over, arms crossed, each step casual and unhurried. “You can pretend all you want, Emily,” she

do not know what you

eyebrow. “Do

close and whispered something barely audible into Emily’s

said struck deep. Emily’s face went pale. Her breath hitched.

then turned away with a quiet scoff and walked

lost in

by one, the others began to disperse, some

crowd had cleared did Natasha step out from the shadows, her gaze fixed sharply on

at the hotel, Marcia settled into a chair beside the open balcony. She pulled out her phone and

with shyness.