As Quincy finished his sentence.
Lucas immediately leaned forward, plucking the earring from Quincy's palm, a deep darkness swirling in his eyes.
He recalled that when Seraphina rushed over with the stable staff, her ears were bare.
But this earring couldn't have appeared on the horse's rump out of nowhere, so...
Staring at the faintly gleaming earring at Lucas's fingertips, Seraphina's heart sank, a flash of guilt darting through her eyes.
But soon, she furrowed her brows, adopting a perfectly wronged expression.
"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say I stuck this earring into the horse's rear myself to deliberately make it go wild?"
Seraphina was certain. Before doing it, she had carefully inspected the stables and confirmed there were no security cameras.
Furthermore, on her way to find Lucas with the staff, she had taken the opportunity to remove her other earring and quickly toss it into the bushes.
As long as she denied it to her dying breath, they could never pin the blame on her.
"Just a reasonable assumption," Quincy smirked, leaning back casually in his chair, his long fingers casually crossed over his lap. "Regarding this matter, I have another witness. Why don't we bring him in to jog your memory together, Ms. Sutton?"
After speaking, Quincy clapped his hands.
Arthur Lynch, who had been waiting outside the door, strode into the hall. The moment he saw Seraphina, he pointed at her furiously.
"Boss, it's her! When she came to find me to save Mr. Lancaster, I clearly saw something flashing on her earlobe, but later it was gone!
I kept saying our horses are well-trained, docile breeds, so how could one just suddenly go crazy?
She must have intentionally led the horse out, used the earring to inflict pain and trigger a rampage, and then played the victim to pin the blame on me!"
"You're lying!" Seraphina gripped her purse straps tightly, glaring furiously at Arthur.
"And to think I actually spoke up for you today, yet you stab me in the back like this!
"This earring is a new release from Dior. Whenever luxury brands sell a piece like this, they record the buyer's detailed identity information and input it into their membership system.
Whether or not this earring belongs to Ms. Sutton can be instantly cleared up by making a phone call to the general agent of Dior in Juniper Springs."
Seraphina's fingertips trembled slightly, her heart leaping into her throat.
When James Sterling took her to buy these earrings, the salesperson had indeed recorded her membership details. If Quincy actually checked it, Lucas would truly be utterly disgusted by her!
But refusing to let Quincy check would make her look guilty.
Seraphina took a deep breath, clenched her fists tight, and spoke coldly.
"I'm obviously not afraid of you checking. Just think carefully, Mr. Lowen. If this earring isn't mine, but belongs to someone else here...
Or perhaps a previously entertained honored guest of your estate... Can you afford to take responsibility for ruining someone else's reputation?!"

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