Written Off as Trash, I Activated My Hidden Queen Mode novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 A Murder Accusation

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“Once I’d let everyone have their fun watching her squirm, I’d personally deliver her to Nightingale. My master was right–what was the point in just having her killed?”

“Stella! I made it!”

Iris rushed over the second her last class let out.

“Hey. Mr. Shaw.”

“Hello there, Iris.”

Iris pulled Stella aside, lowering her voice. “So Tess said there’d be some drama tonight. Please tell me I didn’t miss it?”

“We were waiting for you before we started.”

“Attagirl.”

Stella swirled the juice in her glass, her gaze drifting across the room and landing on Tiffany like ice water.

The Master Healer had been cutting a rug since he arrived, his eighty–something–year–old bones nearly rattling apart before he finally hobbled off the dance floor. He took a satisfied sip of wine, smacked his lips. and smiled to himself.

Every few seconds, his eyes flicked toward Tiffany. She wouldn’t meet them–kept her back turned, shoulders tight.

Why hadn’t the show started yet?

With all the heavy hitters in this room tonight, once this old woman’s story got out, her whole social circle would explode. Social media trends were one thing, but watching it unfold live? That was priceless.

Tonight was just the opening act–letting her dirty laundry air out among Azure Peak City’s elite. What came next would have every person she’d ever wronged lining up to tear her apart.

Tiffany could feel his stare burning into her back. The longer it went on, the more her skin crawled. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she didn’t dare turn around.

“You okay?” Her husband reached out, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“I’m not feeling well. Let’s get out of here.”

That creeping dread in her gut was screaming at her to run.

“Thud.”

The pianist who’d been playing all evening suddenly walked to the center of the stage and dropped to her

knees.

Every head in the room swiveled toward her.

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“I’m begging the Master Healer and the Prodigy Healer to conduct a DNA test for me. Right here. Right

now.”

Frederick frowned and started to step forward, but Stella caught his sleeve.

“Frederick. This one’s on me.”

Jane and Tess had mentioned that the Collins family had been through some strange changes, that Tiffany’s personality had done a complete one–eighty. The younger branch of the family was convinced she was an impostor. If they hadn’t brought it up, Stella never would have realized there was still a witness out there. And one thing was certain–Tiffany didn’t leave loose ends. Anyone who got too close to the truth ended up dead.

Frederick didn’t ask questions. He just raised a hand, and the bodyguards melted back into the crowd.

The guests exchanged murmurs.

“A DNA test? Why drag the Master Healer and the Prodigy Healer into it? That’s just emotional blackmail. Complete overkill.”

“This is the Shaw family’s event. Is she seriously causing a scene here?”

“That pianist just torched her whole career. She’ll never work in this town again.”

Tiffany froze mid–step toward the door. Her eyes met the pianist’s, and her stomach dropped.

Her?

How?

She was supposed to be dead.

What was she doing here? How did she even get in?

The Master Healer and Stella walked to the edge of the stage.

The pianist looked up at them, desperate. “Please, Master Healer. Prodigy Healer, Help me. Once justice is done for what happened to my family, I’ll hand over the entire Collins Group. Free and clear. Consider it payment for your kindness.”

She pressed her forehead to the floor, then raised her head again, eyes blazing with determination.

Tiffany swayed on her feet. Her ankle twisted, but she barely felt it. She just stared, uncomprehending.

“The Collins family? Collins Group? Wair–Collins Group? In Azure Peak City?“,

“I thought Tiffany was the only one left. After that fire at the mansion, her parents and brother didn’t make it out. Just her.”

“A DNA test? Between who and who? You think some secret heir crawled out of the woodwork to claim the estate?”

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“If Tiffany doesn’t agree, they can’t force it, right?”

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“That pianist is delusional. Even if the Prodigy Healer wanted to help, this wouldn’t fly. Disrupting the Shaw family’s gala? She’s blacklisted for life.”

The whispers washed over Tiffany, and she steadied herself against her husband’s arm.

“And who exactly are you?” she called out, her voice sharper than she intended.

The pianist’s lips curled into a cold smile. She took a deep breath, then turned and bowed deeply to the

Shaws.

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