Chapter 2 - The Silent Accusation
The suffocating silence inside the grand dining room felt heavier than the weight of the crystal chandelier hanging overhead.
Red wine pools trickled slowly across the hand-carved mahogany floorboards, mimicking fresh drops of blood in the dim ambient lighting.
Julian’s face drained of every ounce of color, his aggressive posture collapsing as fifty wealthy socialites stared directly at him.
Helena took two steps back from her host, her diamond necklace glinting under the soft glow of the wall sconces.
“Clara, think very carefully about what you are implying in front of these respected guests,” Julian warned through clenched teeth.
His voice lacked its usual commanding force, trembling with a pathetic edge of sheer panic that everyone in the room noticed.
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Clara stood her ground without a single flinch, her simple black maid uniform contrasting sharply with the designer gowns surrounding her.
She slowly unbuttoned the top pocket of her apron, pulling out a small silver USB flash drive coated in dark residue.
