Chapter 10
The perfectly made–up face, bearing a six or seven–point resemblance to mine, was filled with impatience and disdain.
The silk dress draping her frame, the diamond necklace resting against her collarbone, the crocodile leather handbag hanging off her arm–any one of these accessories were worth more than I could ever imagine.
She took a slow sip of coffee, savoring the moment, before finally getting to the point.
“But since we are sisters, if you need money, I suppose I can give it to you. One hundred thousand dollars. You take my place and look after someone for me.”
The press conference had turned into a spectacle, spiraling into a complete farce.
People’s gazes shifted toward Linda, their expressions growing more skeptical by the second.
Even the cameras and microphones began turning toward her.
“Miss Dawson, is there any truth to what Mr. Hughes just said?”
“Was it really Miss Burns, not you, who stayed by his side when he lost everything?”
“Does that mean all your accusations just now were fabricated?”
Linda couldn’t defend herself.
Feeling helpless, she turned to Liam, desperation written all over her face.
“Liam, you know me better than anyone. I’ve been with you for so many years. How could I possibly do something like this?”
Liam lowered his gaze to where she sat in the crowd, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Don’t be afraid. Didn’t you say you had solid proof? The lawyers are here. Everything that happened today has been fully documented as evidence.”
His tone was soft, almost soothing.
But Linda looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her entire body trembled violently.
The press conference was officially over.
I gathered my notes, turned, and stepped off the stage.
