I was utterly confused and looked at Jack as if he were an idiot. "What do you mean?"
Jack was even angrier now. "You're still pretending to be clueless at this point! You're the only one who has the video, so if it wasn't you who posted it, then who else could it be?"
Elsa had an aggrieved expression. "Jane, it's fine if you posted the video. I won't hold it against you. But why refuse to admit it?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes before quickly checking my phone. Sure enough, I found that the video I had saved had somehow been posted online. But the video was edited differently from mine, and the only person who could've had access to the original video and the motive to set me up was Elsa.
It seemed like she did this to set me up. I couldn't help but sneer.
"If I really did it, I'd admit it. Don't try to frame me here! And by the way, wasn't someone having a mental breakdown because of her 'depression'? Why would she have the energy to come here and make trouble? Looks like she’s perfectly fine!”
Elsa lowered her head in guilt and instinctively hid behind Jack.
Jack protected her with one hand and pointed a finger at me while scolding, “Anyway, you have to apologize to Elsa today, or this won’t be over!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why should I apologize? And besides, I’m no longer your sister, so what right do you have to give me orders?
He was so angry that his face turned purple. He was about to say something when the venue owner awkwardly spoke up, “Ms. Brown, if you’re busy today, maybe we can reschedule the meeting?”
I almost forgot there was still business to discuss. “Well then, let’s arrange another time,” I said.
As soon as the venue owner left, Elsa stretched her neck and asked eagerly, “Are you planning to buy a house, Jane?
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