"Bullshit!" Claire shouted through the phone, her ladylike image completely forgotten. "Don't you dare start gaslighting yourself!"
Noreen laughed. "Do I seem like the type to do that?"
"He might have been a competent boss, I won't deny that. I did learn a lot from him. But when it comes to personal matters, even if he got on his knees and bashed his head on the ground, he'd still be the one who wronged me."
"Good, just as long as you're clear on that," Claire said, patting her chest dramatically. She then grumbled about Sophia, "That little fool is still starry-eyed about men. I'll have to give her a good talking-to later."
Noreen reminded her, "Take it easy. The girl's in the honeymoon phase of her relationship. You don't want to lecture her so hard she breaks up with her boyfriend."
Noreen had just finished her chat with Claire when she received a call from the police, informing her of a new development in the car accident case. She canceled her meeting and rushed to the police station, where she ran right into Bianca.
It was an awkward encounter.
Bianca looked even more haggard than before. Her once-polished appearance was completely gone, replaced by messy hair and dark circles under her eyes from exhaustion.
Bianca hadn't expected to see Noreen here either. Her gaze instinctively flinched, and she turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. Both her expression and her posture were timid. She unconsciously quickened her pace and hurried into the station.
Noreen followed her in. The officer in charge of the case told Noreen that the driver who had initially taken the fall had flipped. He had confessed everything about Lana hiring him for the hit. Even though Lana was still denying everything, the chain of evidence was solid. The law would deliver its verdict.


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