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.”

turned slowly, a sarcastic smile curling on her lips. “Oh? Look who decided to grow

arms crossed, each step casual and unhurried. “You can pretend all you want, Emily,” she murmured, her voice low, “but you cannot hide your secrets

do not know what you

an eyebrow. “Do you

close and whispered something barely audible

she said struck deep. Emily’s face went pale. Her breath hitched. Panic danced in her wide

glance, satisfied, then turned

in stories on

the others began to disperse, some shaking

shadows, her gaze fixed sharply on

into a chair beside the open balcony. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number with deliberate ease. The line

softened, tinged with shyness.