NovelGoldChapter 469 Within moments, a squad of police officers strode briskly onto the stage.
The cluster of reporters crowding around Olivia eyed the advancing officers and quickly stepped aside, giving them space.
As Olivia realized they were coming straight for her, she panicked. Without a second thought, she spun around and tried to bolt.
But the lead officer was already in front of her. With practiced efficiency, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
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He locked Olivia's wrists together, holding her firmly.
"Olivia Walsh, you're under suspicion for murder. Please cwith us to the station for questioning." Olivia stared at the cuffs in disbelief, struggling violently as she protested. "No! You have no right to arrest me! Do you even have any evidence? You can't just accuseof murder over sfake recording. I won't accept this!" "Let's go, Olivia." Ignoring her protests, the officers seized her by the arms and marched her toward the exit.
Olivia's composure shattered. She shrieked, voice hoarse with outrage, "Get away from me! Do you have any idea who my grandfather is? Even your police chief answers to him! If you don't letgo, you'll regret it, I swear!" But her threats fell on deaf ears. The officers dragged her off the stage as she screamed.
The reporters, watching Olivia being led away, quickly noticed her mother was still there. Sensing another opportunity, they surged toward Andrina at the foot of the stage.
"Mrs. Walsh, were you aware your daughter was involved in this murder?" "Was there anyone else working with her? Can you describe what happened?" "How does the Walsh family plan to handle this scandal?" Andrina shoved the microphones aside, her glare sharp as a knife.
"Which outlet are you with? All of you state your names, now!" For a moment, the reporters were taken aback by her fierce glare. But then, one by one, they recovered. "Mrs. Walsh, we're just doing our duty as journalists. The police took your daughter away—not us." The once grand and opulent charity gala had dissolved into chaos. Guests whispered in hushed, anxious clusters, the room buzzing with speculation.
Security rushed in to keep order, forming a barrier between reporters and guests, and started to usher everyone out.
Isadora watched the scene unfold. She knew her goal for the evening had been achieved.
She turned to Nanette, nodding. "Let's go." They made their way to the parking lot. Just as they reached their car, a figure cbarreling toward them. It was Andrina.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGone was her usual poise and elegance-her eyes were wild and bloodshot, like a cornered animal.
"Isadora! You can't leave! This is alk your doing. You set Olivia up. You need to cto the station and tell the police this is a lie. Tell them to let Olivia go!" Nanette immediately stepped forward, shielding Isadora.
She scoffed, "Why don't you ask your daughter what she's done? She killed your family's housekeeper, and she tried to freeze Isadora to death. It's all on her." "You're lying! You're all liars! This is all made up-you're framing her!" Andrina refused to believe a word of it.
Her daughter-Olivia-sure, she was spoiled, but she was kind-hearted. She'd never hurt anyone, let alone commit murder.
No, this had to be jealousy. These women were jealous of Olivia's talent and wanted revenge against the Walsh family. They'd orchestrated all of this, she was certain.
Andrina straightened, trembling with rage. The thought of Olivia being arrested for murder-her life's work ruined in an instant-was unbearable. Consumed by desperation, Andrina lost all reason. She called out to the Walsh family's bodyguards standing nearby.
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