The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 870

So this was the trap.

Her gaze turns instantly lethal, sweeping over Julianna's innocent facade like a shard of ice. This woman actually stooped to such a despicable low to frame her!

The recording? It's undoubtedly spliced and heavily edited. She did speak with Julianna moments ago, but those words were never said in that context! It is glaringly obvious now why Julianna was aggressively feeding her those bizarre, leading statements. She was recording the whole time, gathering audio to chop up and stitch together for this exact moment.

Honestly, Tara is somewhat impressed by the turnaround time. Splicing an audio clip in less than half an hour requires a dedicated team working behind the scenes. This was entirely premeditated.

Taking a deep breath, Tara forces herself to remain steady. Panic is a luxury she cannot afford right now.

She meets Bonnie's furious glare, her voice steady but carrying an authoritative weight. "A recording? Are you entirely certain that audio is complete and unaltered? I did speak with Julianna briefly, but it was nothing more than passing small talk. I absolutely never threatened to harm anyone."

She pauses, her eyes locking onto Julianna like a hawk. "Your 'good sister', however, went out of her way to corner me earlier, throwing out completely unprompted and bizarre questions. Looking back, it's incredibly obvious she was trying to bait specific audio out of me."

The guests, already thoroughly invested in the drama, look at Julianna. Following Tara's logic, a wave of suspicion begins to replace their previous outrage.

Tara's sharp deduction strikes a nerve. Julianna's heart hammers against her ribs, but her facade remains flawless.

"I work at the pharmaceutical institute," Julianna replies coldly. "Furthermore, I am the one who personally manages my aunt's health and treatments. I know her body perfectly."

"Yeah! Julianna takes care of all her medications. What's so weird about her recognizing a bad reaction?" Bonnie yells, aggressively defending her cousin's honor.

"Heh. Then we'll just hand the recording over to digital forensics," Danny cuts in, his voice dripping with lethal coldness. He has run out of patience waiting for this circus to end, stepping up to shut it down entirely before Tara even needs to defend herself further.