Sylvia’s heart seized in her chest. She had just slipped up in a moment of panic, and she knew it.
Scrambling to her feet, she forced a mask of indifference. "I... I just heard rumors. If you don't believe me, whatever. You're exhausted and overthinking things. I’m leaving. Get some rest."
Clutching her designer bag, Sylvia practically bolted for the door.
But the moment she yanked it open, she froze. Julian and Scarlett were standing right there in the hallway, blocking her path.
Julian’s eyes were like ice. "We heard everything you just said to Gordon."
He stepped forward, his presence suffocating. "Knowing the intimate details of this crash... does that mean you orchestrated the hit?"
All the color drained from Sylvia’s face. She shook her head frantically. "Julian, don't you dare slander me! Why would I arrange a car crash? I have no bad blood with Gordon. It's impossible! If anything, you two should be the ones feeling guilty!"
Gathering her false bravado, she sneered at the pair of them. "It’s truly pathetic. To think you fell for a toxic, unappealing bitch like Scarlett! I’m warning you, Julian, stay away from her. She’s cursed. Anyone who gets close to her ends up paying the price. Just wait and see!"

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