The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 483:

One of the officers nodded before contacting a colleague responsible for fingerprint identification.noveldrama

Moments later, the fingerprint examiner straightened, his voice clear and steady.

“After testing, there are no fingerprints belonging to Miss Holland on the necklace.”

The revelation dropped like a bomb.

A stunned silence swept through the crowd. Disbelief flickered across their faces, confusion evident in the whispers that rippled through the hallway.

“What the hell?”

“Wasn’t Miss Holland accused of stealing it? Then why are her fingerprints missing?”

“Miss Burgess was the one who insisted the necklace was missing and pointed fingers at Miss Holland. But now the evidence says otherwise.”

Callie stepped forward, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

“What a filthy scheme.”

All eyes turned to her as she folded her arms, standing with quiet confidence.

“It’s obvious—this entire setup was a pathetic attempt to frame Corrine.”

She let her gaze sweep over the crowd before continuing, her voice ringing with certainty.

“Miss Burgess conveniently lost her necklace, giving her a perfect excuse to search Corrine’s room. Then there was Miss Ashton, who accused Corrine of ruining her reputation—only for the recording to reveal that she was the one trying to set Corrine up and ended up hurting herself instead. Think about it. If Miss Ashton’s plan had worked, coupled with Miss Burgess’s plan to search Corrine’s room, it would have caused a scandal right here, in front of everyone. Corrine’s reputation would have been shattered in an instant. It was a well-thought-out plan, perfectly linked together. But you know what? It was also downright disgusting.”

Callie’s gaze flickered briefly to Chelsea. When she saw no sign of objection, she pressed on.

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“Instead of focusing on the little details, we should be asking the real question—who orchestrated all of this?”

As her words settled, the entire crowd turned toward Leah.

The weight of their collective stares crushed down on her, sending her heart racing.

Panic clawed at her chest as she struggled to maintain composure, but her trembling hands betrayed her.

“Leah, what is really going on here?”

Bruce’s voice cut through the thick air, cold and commanding.

Leah stiffened, feeling his presence like an ice-cold grip on her spine. Slowly, hesitantly, she turned to face him.

Her breath hitched at the sight of his expression—dark, unreadable, his stare suffocating.

It felt like he was stripping her bare, seeing straight through her carefully constructed façade.

“No… It was not me…”

The words tumbled out in a whisper, hollow and uncertain.

What had started as a simple plan to ruin Corrine had spiraled beyond her control.

She had never expected Rita to be so careless, to make such a mess of things.

If she confessed now, the blame for everything—including Rita’s scheme—would land squarely on her shoulders.

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