Maeve's merciless dissection peeled Natalia's motives right down to the bone.
And the evidence did the rest.
The snake attractant, the cloud balm, the sulfur—every single thing was found in Natalia's room.
And yet Natalia still fought.
"I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Today was my first day at Azure Bay Villa. I don't know anything about this place."
"You keep insisting I brought those things here on purpose to cause trouble."
"Then answer me this—if I didn't even know whether this villa had a snake, why would I bring something like that?"
"Have you considered the possibility that you're framing me?"
She was good.
Maeve had said it from the start: Natalia wasn't stupid—she was smart.
Even with proof laid out in front of everyone, she still tried to flip the blame onto Maeve.
A masterclass in deflection.
In plain language: Maeve couldn't tolerate her, so Maeve planted the bottles in her room to force her out.
With a different crowd, it might've worked. Jealousy between women made people stupid; logic never stood a chance.
But Andres wasn't "a different crowd."
He'd been around Maeve long enough to know exactly what kind of person she was.
Maeve didn't play dirty little games to deal with other women.
If she disliked someone, she hit them in the face—metaphorically or otherwise.
Schemes and setups were, in Maeve's eyes, low-class.
And Natalia had only been allowed to stay here because Maeve insisted.
Maeve was clearly building a trap—but it had only just begun.
She wasn't bored enough to kick Natalia out on day one.
Maeve's voice stayed calm. "Whether it's a frame job or not, you know the truth. I know the truth."
"Just decide what your life goal is."
"And learn from people who've done it successfully—so you don't embarrass yourself like this again."
Natalia stood there shaking, her face draining of color before flushing a deep, humiliated red.
Maeve didn't even spare her another glance.
She flicked her robe back, turned on her heel, and walked away like she owned the air.
Andres finally understood just how lethal Maeve could be when she used her mouth as a weapon.
She didn't need to lift a hand to ruin someone.
She left no one room to breathe.
The bodyguards watching had to clamp down hard on their expressions, struggling not to laugh.
Maeve's speech had fed their appetite for gossip perfectly.
Murray had been right—since Miss Vance moved into Azure Bay, the place had gotten a lot more "lively" than it used to be.
Back in their bedroom, Andres asked, "How did you know Natalia would pull something tonight?"

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