"I'll cooperate! I'll do whatever you want! Just tell me what to do!" Artie sobbed, having his ultimate weakness held firmly over his head.
With the interrogation over, Julian tossed a spare blanket into the storage room and locked the door behind them, confiscating Artie's phone. They headed back into the main house just as Stellan pulled into the driveway.
The three of them gathered in the expansive living room of the hillside villa. Stellan quickly went over the details he had dug up. The police had already sealed off La Belle Nuit's official security feeds, making them impossible to access.
Fortunately, Jacqueline was a cautious woman. For security reasons, she had quietly installed a secondary set of hidden cameras in the VIP rooms and critical hallways. Stellan had managed to hack into the hidden system, retrieving the crucial footage. The video completely exonerated Helen—it clearly showed the guests deliberately calling her into the private room and setting her up.
On top of that, Scarlett had scrolled through Artie's phone, finding chat logs that proved he had been relentlessly harassing and threatening Helen. The chain of evidence was flawless. Submitting it to the police would guarantee her mother's innocence.
But simply clearing her mother's name wasn't enough for Scarlett. Not anymore. Since they had used such a despicable, underhanded tactic to try and destroy her family, showing any mercy now would be as foolish as her mother forgiving Artie. Being kind to her enemies meant being cruel to herself.
It was late into the night. Julian's villa offered a breathtaking view, its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dazzling, neon-lit skyline of Bay City—a metropolis that truly never slept.
Taking a deep breath, Scarlett turned to Stellan. "You mentioned earlier that Sylvia and Melanie are throwing a party tonight?"
Stellan nodded. "Yeah. At Sylvia's new place."

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