Look at her face! She knows she's guilty! Victoria’s harsh, angry voice sliced through the murmurs of the ballroom, commanding the absolute attention of every billionaire and socialite in attendance. Maya looked up, her dark eyes brimming with unshed tears as she squeezed her trembling hands together. A bright red scratch was clearly visible along her right cheek, a painful remnant of the violent confrontation that had taken place just moments before the crowd gathered. I never touched your jewelry! Maya whimpered, her voice cracking under the overwhelming weight of the public humiliation. Tears spilled over her eyelashes, tracing wet paths down her pale cheeks as she shook her head in desperation. But Victoria showed no mercy. Her posture was rigid, her face contorted in a sneer of pure contempt as she adjusted the massive diamond necklace sitting on her collarbone. Search her things! Search her bag right now and we'll see what she really is! Victoria shouted aggressively, turning to the security guards standing near the grand archway. The crowd gasped softly, several guests nodding in agreement, instantly siding with the powerful socialite over the defenseless girl in the white dress.