Chapter 3 - The Cold Interrogation
Caleb Blackwell walked past the shattered tiers of cake, stopping directly in front of Celeste. His tall, imposing frame cast a long shadow over her delicate ivory gown.
“You told a three-year-old child to touch the cake?” Caleb asked, his voice low, deep, and laced with icy danger.
“No! Caleb, she’s confused!” Celeste babbled hysterically, clutching her silver clutch. “Why would I ruin your company’s anniversary cake? I helped plan this gala! This maid’s daughter is undisciplined, and Marisol is trying to cover for her!”
Marisol stood up smoothly, keeping Daisy tucked safely against her chest. She wiped the tiny smudge of frosting from her daughter’s cheek with her apron.
“Mr. Blackwell,” Marisol said, her voice steady and resolute. “I have worked in this house for six months. I have never asked for favors. But I will not allow anyone to call my daughter a liar to cover their own cruelty.”
Celeste sneered, turning to the security team standing at the glass doors. “Guards! Drag this woman out! She’s insulting me in front of your highest clients, Caleb!”
Caleb raised a single hand. The guards stopped in their tracks instantly.
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“Nobody leaves this room,” Caleb ordered calmly, his eyes never leaving Celeste. “Security Chief Ryan, bring up the ballroom camera feeds on the main screen.”
👉 Celeste’s eyes widened in sudden, absolute terror as she remembered the hidden panoramic cameras installed in the glass ceiling.
