Chapter 89

The packed auditorium was dead silent. Dust particles swirled under the stage lights like they had a life of their own. Every eye was fixed on Amelia, waiting for her to speak. A cold sweat clung to her back, and her face was the picture of innocence and grievance. She hadn't expected that Megan , that spiteful woman, would actually bring someone from Lila Moore here. Lila Moore had always kept a low profile—nobody even knew if they were a man or woman, or how old they were. And tonight, both Lila Moore's exclusive tailor and the designated model were present. If she claimed to know Lila Moore, what if they started asking her specific stuff? How the hell was she gonna talk her way out of that? After hesitating for a while, she forced a stiff smile. "That sketchpaper? It was given to me by Molly a while ago." A cold chuckle slipped from Megan's lips. She had to admit—this woman was slippery, even dragging in a missing person as a human shield. An older woman in pearls snorted. "So what