Chapter 9 - The Audio Evidence
Logan’s face turned an unhealthy, ghostly shade of gray as he stared at the ruin of my cheek and jawline.
"Maya... I... I had nothing to do with that attack!" Logan lied desperately, sweating through his custom tuxedo.
"I hired the best investigators in the city to find the lunatic who did this to you!"
"You didn't need to hire investigators, Logan," I replied smoothly, pointing toward the large LED screens mounted around the pavilion.
Marcus opened his silver briefcase, pressed a remote control button, and synced his tablet to the estate’s sound system.
Suddenly, a high-definition audio recording blasted through the pavilion’s Bose speakers at maximum volume.
“If Maya arrives at that wedding with her face intact, Rachel will never be able to take her place.”
Logan’s own recorded voice boomed across the estate, crystal clear, echoed by the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
“I needed Maya to be physically unable to show up... I transferred her entire inheritance into Rachel’s shell company yesterday morning.”
The crowd exploded into absolute, chaotic pandemonium.
Guests stood up from their chairs, whispering furiously, while news reporters who had snuck into the gala began live-streaming the audio.
Rachel turned her terrified eyes toward Logan, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
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"Logan... you said she was asleep! You said she didn't record anything!" Rachel shrieked, her British accent slipping into a panicked cry.
"Shut up, Rachel!" Logan roared, his suave persona completely shattering into a mask of pathetic, desperate rage.
