Liliana didn't say another word, simply patting her shoulder gently.
She played the role of the devoted best friend offering silent support to perfection.
Inwardly, however, she let out a massive sigh of relief.
Perfect. The fire had successfully been redirected to Madeline.
As long as Madeline was the target of Penelope's hatred, Penelope wouldn't have the time to reflect on who exactly had given her the idea to use drugs in the first place.
Or who had relentlessly encouraged her to climb into Quentin's bed.
Liliana would never admit to a single word of it.
She would simply continue playing the loyal best friend to The York Heiress.
Unable to reach Penelope, an anxious Tristan York—who happened to be on a business trip in a neighboring city—tracked down the bodyguards' location and rushed over personally.
He didn't say much, his face dark as he ordered the men to help Penelope into the car.
Penelope sat in total silence for the entire ride. Her red, swollen eyes stared out at the rapidly passing scenery while Liliana's words echoed on a loop in her mind.
She cursed silently, over and over.
Madeline—I am going to show you exactly what happens when you cross me.
Seeing his sister in such a state, Tristan felt a messy blend of heartbreak and fury.
He wanted to snap at her, to deliver a harsh lecture, but he swallowed the words.
At the end of the day, as her brother, he bore some responsibility for her ending up like this.
They had coddled her and given her everything she wanted since she was a little girl.
They had conditioned her to believe the entire world was hers for the taking.
Instead of yelling, he simply offered comfort. "Just stay home and keep a low profile. Don't go anywhere. Once this blows over, I'll make a few calls and get your accounts unbanned. Blocking them right now is for your own protection."
At that same moment, in a private tea house on the south side of Empire City.


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