“Emily Quest, how could you do something like this? Don’t you think that’s too much?” Tom Sullivan asked with a frown.

“There’s something even worse,” Xyla Quest glanced at Emily coldly before pouring herself another glass of fruit juice.

“There’s another voice recording down there. Open it up,” Xyla said while she took a sip.

Emily immediately felt panicked. What else could there be? Was there proof of her asking someone to make the whole thing up? That can’t be. Please, no!

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