The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2099

"As her employer, I absolutely bear some responsibility for my assistant's actions, but I truly believe she didn't do this intentionally..."

Reba looked up, staring directly at the wall of camera lenses glaring through the glass partition. She spoke with calculated calm. "Sheryl, I will find you a good lawyer."

"Is that so?"

Hearing her perfectly rehearsed response, Charlotte shifted her gaze to the pale, trembling assistant. Her voice was unyielding. "She claims she knew nothing about this, which makes you the sole mastermind."

"Polly will be pressing charges for attempted murder. You should start looking for a lawyer right now."

"Reba..."

Sheryl stared at Reba, her eyes blown wide in sheer disbelief. Her voice shook violently. "Explain it to them! Tell them this wasn't my idea!"

Didn't she promise that as long as Sheryl kept her mouth shut, everything would be fine?

Didn't she swear she would find a way to bail her out?

This was a blatant setup. Reba was dumping every drop of blame directly onto her.

Attempted murder. Massive financial compensation...

The lawyer Charlotte brought in clearly had absolute certainty he could bury her alive.

Whatever lawyer Reba promised to find wouldn't make a damn difference.

"Take her into custody."

Officer Donovan waved his hand. A female officer stepped up beside Sheryl. "I'm sorry, but you are not permitted to leave the station."

"No!"

Realizing she was actually being arrested, Sheryl stared wildly at Reba, thrashing against the officer. "Reba! I don't want to go to prison!"

Reba stood frozen in place, her heart turning as hard as stone.

Even if Sheryl tried to drag her down now and claim she was the mastermind, there was no proof.

They hadn't recorded any of their conversations.

She could easily insist that Sheryl was lying to drag her down out of spite.

As long as she weathered the immediate PR storm, the internet would eventually forget all about it.

"Reba."

Seeing Reba's utter indifference, Sheryl's sanity finally snapped. She screamed hysterically, "This whole plan was your idea! We were doing this for you!"

"And now you're throwing me under the bus?! You're leaving me to die! Do you have any conscience at all?!"

"Reba, you—"

Sheryl was so furious she could barely breathe. She thrashed violently, desperate to get her hands on the woman who betrayed her.

The interrogation room descended into absolute chaos.

The only exception was the head of the table.

Charlotte sat with one leg elegantly draped over the other, casually unscrewing her thermos to take another sip of tea. She looked completely relaxed, as if she were watching a spectacularly terrible comedy routine.

Two minutes later.

The girl set down her thermos and cast a brief glance at Hans standing behind her.

"Yes, ma'am."

Hans pulled a USB drive from his pocket, walked over to the police computer, and queued up the files.

Within seconds.

The projector flared to life, displaying crystal-clear security footage of Reba and Sheryl sitting in the obscure coffee shop.

Hans cranked the volume to the absolute maximum. Sheryl's desperate voice blasted through the entire room: