âWas it my problem, or have you been lying to me all along?â
Balfour uttered indifferently, feeling there was no longer any point in prolonging the conversation with Giselle. It was useless to press for an admission she was unwilling to make.
âNo! I havenât lied. Itâs you who wonât trust me. Youâve been charmed by Ivy, but Iâm the innocent one here!â
Giselleâs defensiveness only heightened as Ivy frowned impatiently.
âGiselle, if you keep slandering me, Iâll sue you for defamation! Youâre the one who should be confessing!â
I Ivyâs cool demeanor only fueled Giselleâs anger. She glared fiercely, âWho do you think you are? Telling me to confess? Iâve already told you, I didnât put that clothe in my bag! Stop playing the saint, Ivy. I know it was you. You probably bought a larger size and slipped it into my bag when no one was looking!â
Ivy crossed her arms, watching Giselle unravel.
This woman was falling apart at the seams!
Ivy felt her vindication was imminent. Since the day sheâd decided to play this role, her aim was solely to deliver a convincing performance.
She was also acutely aware of another critical role she was playing: Mrs. Balfour.
The only one failing to see reality was Giselle, who believed Ivy was the obstacle between her and Balfour. Little did she know, even without Ivyâs presence, the Howard clan would never have welcomed her.
Giselleâs desperate defense was fruitless. Anyone with a shred of sense wouldnât buy the near-
hysterical womanâs story.
Still, that bespectacled woman stood loyally by the starlet.
She figured Giselle held far more clout than Ivy Giselle would surely remember who had stood by her side.
âDonât let Ivy deceive you, folks. Sheâs always been envious of Giselle. This is clearly a setup.â
Someone in the crowd asked with a furrowed brow, âWhatâs your stake in this? Why are you so protective of Giselle? Are you her insider or something?â
The woman with glasses chuckled awkwardly, âWhat are you talking about? I just canât stand watching everyone blindly trust Ivy over an innocent Giselle.â
09:21 âOh, please. Weâll believe whoever has the proof. Do you think weâre all as gullible as you?â The bespectacled woman was left feeling battered and bewildered. Moments ago, the crowd had been eager to hear her take down Ivy, but now they seemed swayed by Ivyâs account.
Meanwhile, Giselle was a mess of tears and nonsensical pleas, repeating her convoluted feelings for Balfour over the years.
Her face was ashen, her eyes red and swollen. She was the picture of misery.
âBalfour, you have to believe me. I didnât do this. You always used to stand by me, why wonât you now?
Is it because of Ivy?â
Balfourâs brows knitted together, and he no longer wished to hear Giselleâs nagging voice.
As Giselle continued to implore Balfourâs trust, Ivy felt her stomach turn.
At that moment, Balfour pulled out his phone and dialed someone, barking a few brief orders.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from outside the studio. A squad of uniformed officers marched in with a purpose if not the police, then who?
âMr. Howard.â
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They greeted Balfour with a nod. He acknowledged them, and they sprang into action, swiftly cuffing Giselleâs wrists.