Chapter 3 - The Cold Betrayal
While Marco guided Elena into the estate’s private medical wing, the grand dining room erupted into chaotic panic.
“Gabriel! Listen to me!” Camille sobbed, lunging forward to grab Gabriel’s suit sleeve. “She spilled the tea on purpose! She tripped over my chair to ruin our wedding announcement!”
Gabriel didn't move an inch. He slowly looked down at her manicured hand clutching his sleeve until she felt forced to let go.
“Elena has served in this house for six months without breaking a single glass,” Gabriel said softly, his voice sharp as a razor. “And my security system does not lie.”
Gabriel reached into his breast pocket, pulling out his smartphone, and tapped the screen once.
A high-definition security feed projected instantly onto the dining room’s smart screen wall.
The video clearly showed Camille deliberately kicking Elena’s leg under the table, grabbing the scalding porcelain teapot from the tray, and pouring the boiling liquid directly onto Elena’s arm while laughing.
The sharp-suited security men standing around the room looked at the screen with disgust.
Camille backed away slowly, her silk dress rustling against the marble floor as her breath hitched in her throat.
“You... you have cameras in the private dining quarters?” Camille gasped, her chest heaving in panic.
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“I have cameras everywhere, Camille,” Gabriel replied coldly. “Including the hallway outside my private study where you stole my encrypted flash drive last night.”
👉 Camille’s eyes widened in total horror as the true depth of Gabriel’s trap began to dawn on her.
