Chapter 9 - The Glass Drops
"She's lying! The child is being manipulated by Clara!" Victoria shrieked, her voice cracking into a high-pitched scream as her polished, sophisticated facade completely shattered into pieces. "Patrick, don't listen to them! Clara is insane! She's using your own daughter to frame us and destroy your reputation!"
Patrick looked back and forth between Victoria's frantic, sweating face and Clara’s icy, stoic composure. His hands were shaking so violently that his golden cuff links rattled. "Victoria... give me the glass," Patrick whispered, his voice trembling with growing horror. "Give me the glass right now and let me inspect it!"
"No!" Victoria spat, backing up frantically against the champagne pyramid table.
In her blind panic, her elbow knocked into the delicate glass structure, sending dozens of crystal flutes crashing onto the marble floor with a deafening, echoing shatter. Golden liquid and sharp glass shards exploded across the floor. In that chaotic moment, the small clear vial slipped from Victoria's slick fingers, rolling across the slick marble until it bumped gently against the toe of Clara’s designer heel.
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The entire ballroom gasped collectively as the evidence lay exposed under the bright lights.
👉 Read PART 10 to see what happened when the federal authorities stepped out from the crowd!
