Seraphina was equally panicked.
But in this moment, she clearly didn't want to be dragged down with her, so she coldly turned her head away.
Gillian bit her lip hard, her shoulders trembling with the terrifying realization of what she had done. Yet at the same time, another intense emotion surged within her.
Her eyes flushed with a manic red. She opened her mouth, desperate to say something...
Clara narrowed her eyes and suddenly interjected, "You seem to keep looking at Ms. Shaw. Why is that?"
Gillian choked on her breath, looking up at Clara in terror.
Seraphina's face drained of color, her throat bobbing nervously.
"Now that she mentions it, yeah, she's been staring at Ms. Shaw this whole time."
"Could Ms. Shaw be the one who put her up to this?"
"Oh my God..."
The murmurs of suspicion crashed over them like a tidal wave.
Seraphina panicked, but the more panicked she became, the harder it was to form a single word.
Clara's lips quirked up in a mocking smirk.
Right then, Gillian suddenly shouted, "It's my fault! I was the one who wanted to destroy Clara's design! This has nothing to do with Seraphina Shaw. I was only looking at her just now because... I wanted to frame her and clear my own name."
Hearing this, the people nearby drew in a sharp breath.
Seraphina let out a massive sigh of relief.
Clara frowned. Only she knew that this entire confession was a blatant lie.
She stepped closer to the staff member, her voice dropping to a freezing interrogation. "Isn't that lie a bit too flimsy? You and I have no bad blood. Why would you want to destroy my design? What's your motive?"
Gillian faltered, but she forced herself to maintain eye contact. "Because I thought it was unfair!"
Clara paused.

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