Chapter 450
Alyssa smiled lightly, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons as she shot Jasper an
amused look.
“Why does she look so familiar?” someone from the crowd asked.
“Oh! She’s that chick who got caught sleeping with E-News Daily’s CEO on a live stream!”
Damn, she’s still showing her face around here? If I were her, I’d change my name, get
plastic surgery,
and never return.”
“What the heck is she doing here? Hasn’t she caused enough trouble?”
Abigail took a deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves. “My name is Abigail Grant, and I was
an employee
from E-News Daily.
“I’m here tonight so I can help administer some justice to those who were wrongly
accused. Think of this
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtas penance for my own crimes.
“I am truly sorry to Ms. Alyssa Taylor of KS World Hotel. I was greedy and agreed to do
what I should
never have done.
“I should never have persuaded her staff to steal the company’s confidential information
about Ms. Ada
Kingsley’s wedding, nor should I have sold it to the public media, ultimately leading to
their fallout…”
The guests finally learned the truth. They shot Alyssa sympathetic looks, their views of her
instantly
shifting for the better.
Her identity as Alexa helped, too. Right now, she was like a saint among wolves,
undeserving of any
tarnish to her name.
“Does this mean you were being bribed, Ms. Grant?”
“Who was the one who instructed you to do this?”
“Why did you get into a car accident? Did the mastermind arrange for that to happen to
stop you from
revealing the truth?”
The reporters instantly surrounded her, microphones and cameras shoved in her face.
Abigail closed her eyes and took another deep breath.
Then, she pointed right at Betty, her eyes steely with a meek determination. “Ms. Betty
Beckett was the
one who instructed me to do it!”
Betty’s world faded into nothing in a split second.
Five days ago, Abigail awoke in her hospital bed to discover a man seated across from her,
exuding an
overwhelming chill that seemed to radiate from him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTerrified, she clutched her blanket tightly, her face drained of color.
Jasper’s gaze was lazy, as if he really couldn’t be bothered.
By the door was Xavier, silently waiting for instruction.
“T-Thank you for saving my li-life, Mr. Jasper,” Abigail squeaked frightfully.
“Do you know why I saved you?” Jasper toyed with his silver lighter as he asked the
question.
Abigail didn’t dare answer something she had no answers for.
“Because you are still of use to me.” Jasper lit a flame, then extinguished it. “I can make
sure you recover
fully from your injuries or cripple you for life, or… I can make sure no one ever finds you
again.”
“I’ll do anything, sir!” Abigail cried. “Please, please let me know what I can do to help you!
I swear I’ll do it.
I swear it on my own grave!”
Jasper thumbed at an unlit cigarette, cocking his head.
“Reveal that Betty was the one who framed Alyssa. Restore justice to my woman.”