No one expected the truth to come out so quickly. This fire, from start to finish, had nothing to do with Estelle Lockwood!
Noelle Lockwood’s throat tightened, and she couldn’t say a word. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
’How could this be? How...? Where in the world did Yara get this surveillance footage?!’
Estelle Lockwood said with a smile, "Miss Lockwood, do you still require an apology from me?"
’The arsonist wasn’t Yara... so of course, no apology is needed!’
Noelle Lockwood’s lips were deathly pale. She forced a smile with all her might. "It was me... I misunderstood..."
"Since you know it was a misunderstanding," Estelle Lockwood said calmly, "how do you plan to handle the harassment and attacks I’ve suffered from your fans these past few days, Miss Lockwood?"
Noelle Lockwood’s eyes welled with tears, and her body trembled as if she were the most pitiful person alive.
"That’s enough!!"
Rose Lowell stormed forward, hands on her hips, and roared, "Who knows if this video is even real? For all we know, some bitch forged it to frame our Noelle!"
"Our Noelle was born with a silver spoon and is the object of envy. Some people will stop at nothing to tear her down!"
Noelle Lockwood’s fans were instantly emboldened. "Right, it must be Yara trying to frame Noelle!"
"Bitch, I hope you die a horrible death!"
"What did Noelle even do wrong?!"
Aside from the fans, the audience was mostly reporters. A few of them frowned. "The police have already issued a statement. That man was the arsonist, and there’s no sign the video was faked!"
The fans argued back stubbornly, "Then maybe Yara bribed that man! In any case, Noelle is definitely innocent!"
"How could Noelle be in the wrong? You bitches better stop your slander!"
"Besides, if Yara and Noelle hadn’t met at that place, how would Noelle have gotten hurt? So Yara deserved to get burned!"
Rose Lowell’s face was contorted with malice. She looked as if she wished Estelle Lockwood would drop dead right then and there. "Your heart is black! Ptooey!"
Seeing that public opinion was still on her side, Noelle Lockwood couldn’t help but let a smile slip out. She then said with feigned sincerity:
"Mom, don’t say that. After all, Yara was a victim too..."
Rose Lowell scoffed. "For all we know, she was just playing the victim. Yara, let me tell you..."
"Look, what’s that?" someone in the audience, a reporter, suddenly exclaimed.
"Is that... a bank transfer record?!"
Hearing the words "bank transfer record," Noelle Lockwood’s face paled slightly. She subconsciously tried to stop it. "This has nothing to do with the press conference! Someone, turn it off..."
Before she could finish, someone cried out in shock.
"Wait, the recipient’s name... it’s the same as the arsonist from the police report!"
"Someone paid this man to set the fire?"
"And the sender, this Rosalie Carter... I-I remember, isn’t Noelle Lockwood’s agent also named Rosalie Carter...?"
When those words fell, the room was utterly silent.
As the agent of a big star like Noelle Lockwood, Rosalie Carter wasn’t some unknown figure. Almost everyone knew her agent was named Rosalie Carter!
"Th-this doesn’t prove anything..." Rose Lowell’s throat felt tight.
"Even if someone paid that man to set the fire, it-it wasn’t necessarily Noelle’s agent! There are so many people named Rosalie Carter. Wh-what right do you have to accuse Noelle!"

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