NovelBookChapter 481: "My, Miss Holland, such unbridled anger! That poor trash bin bears the brunt of your fury." She tossed her hair with exaggerated flair, gasping tically.
"Oh my!" Her performance bordered on the ridiculous, desperately vying to maintain the crowd's attention. Sharp eyes in the gathering spotted the familiar glint of jewelry among the scattered refuse.
"That's Miss Burgess's necklace from last night!" Another voice confirmed it.
"It really is!" "How did it end up in the trash?" A murmur of suspicion swept through the crowd.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Could it be that Corrine really stole it?" Callie observed the unfolding scene with barely contained mirth.
"What absolute fools," she muttered under her breath.
Despite her own antipathy toward Corrine, she recognized that someone of her standing would never stoop to petty theft.
Jocelynn's failure to learn from Rita's downfall marked her as particularly foolish.
Callie had been at odds with Corrine for years but had never cout on top.
Discover more on ga l no v☐☐s,Leah was virtually inviting trouble.
Chelsea cast a knowing glance at Callie.
"Simply observe the spectacle,” she advised, her gentle smile masking steel.
"It should prove... educational." Callie pressed her lips together, falling into contemplative silence as she watched the unwitting players stumble deeper into Corrine's masterfully laid trap.
Jocelynn strode forward, snatching up the fallen necklace with theatrical precision.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTriumph gleamed in her eyes as she turned to face Corrine.
"Miss Holland, perhaps you'd care to explain this situation?" Without waiting for a response, she pressed her advantage.
"The trash can sits directly outside your room. Claiming coincidence strains credibility beyond reason. Why not simply admit the truth?" Corrine's gaze lifted slowly, arctic in its intensity, though her lips curved in a subtle, almost taunting smile. "Rest assured, if I were responsible, I would acknowledge it without hesitation." Satisfaction crept across Jocelynn's features as she seized upon the statement.
"So you're confessing to the theft of Leah's necklace?" Her voice dripped with premature victory.
Corrine remained silent, fixing Jocelynn with an unwavering stare that I seemed tog stare through her very thoughts. "Enough, Jocelynn."
Leah's voice cut through the tension as she approached with calculated grace, her smile radiating practiced serenity.
"We've recovered the necklace-that's what matters. Let's dwell on unpleasant details.”
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