Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 367

"If there's no dirt, then manufacture it. Aren't you in this line of business? Do I need to teach you how to fabricate it?"

"Sis, what if this gets investigated..."

"There is no 'what if'. I never leave leverage when I do things. All funds will go through compliant evidence-collection accounts, and no one will ever trace it back to me.

Even if something goes wrong, it will just be a false accusation on your part alone, having nothing to do with me."

The video finished playing.

The entire internet exploded, and the public opinion thoroughly nailed Celeste's crimes to the wall.

Inside the hospital room, however, there was an eerily twisted, dead silence.

Everyone's pupils trembled, their faces turning pale.

For a brief moment, they were struck speechless by the ironclad evidence.

Only the live stream comments refreshed at lightning speed, entirely flipping the script to legendary status.

[Holy shit! The ultimate trump card! I'm on my knees! Celeste is terrifying! A master of legal loopholes and the ultimate manipulator!]

[Everyone who was ganging up on Sienna just got their faces slapped off!]

[So Sienna was holding her trump card the whole time. She literally never lost from the very beginning!]

[Someone quickly lock Celeste up! She's an absolute menace!]

Countless camera lenses suddenly focused on every single person in the room.

The first to react was Helena.

Her grip on Celeste's hand involuntarily loosened.

As if she had been burned, she instinctively wanted to throw it away.

The matriarch's walking cane hit the floor heavily as she froze in place.

Gideon and Lucas were filled with shock.

Their previously righteous questioning and lines defending Celeste had now turned into naked, glaring jokes.

Only Jarred stood rooted to the spot, radiating a bone-chilling aura.

He raised his eyes to look at Sienna, who stood before him, aloof and unapproachable.

Their eyes met, and those clear eyes no longer held their past warmth; only a vast, freezing expanse remained.

Jarred's thin lips were pressed tightly together, his heart feeling as if it were being torn alive, a dense bitterness swallowing his entire body.

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