Chapter 2170


    Chapter 2170


    “Was it my problem, or have you been lying to me all along?”


    Balfour uttered indifferently, feeling there was no longer any point in prolonging the conversation with


    Giselle. It was useless to press for an admission she was unwilling to make.


    “No! I haven’t lied. It’s you who won’t trust me. You’ve been charmed by Ivy, but I’m the innocent one


    here!”


    Giselle’s defensiveness only heightened as Ivy frowned impatiently.


    “Giselle, if you keep ndering me, I’ll sue you for defamation! You’re the one who should be


    confessing!”


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    Ivy’s cool demeanor only fueled Giselle’s anger. She red fiercely, “Who do you think you are? Telling


    me to confess? I’ve already told you, I didn’t put that clothe in my bag! Stop ying the saint, Ivy. I


    know it was you. You probably bought arger size and slipped it into my bag when no one was


    looking!”


    Ivy crossed her arms, watching Giselle unravel.


    This woman was falling apart at the seams!


    Ivy felt her vindication was imminent. Since the day she’d decided to y this role, her aim was solely


    to deliver a convincing performance.


    She was also acutely aware of another critical role she was ying: Mrs. Balfour.


    The only one failing to see reality was Giselle, who believed Ivy was the obstacle between her and


    Balfour. Little did she know, even without Ivy’s presence, the Howard n would never have weed


    her.


    Giselle’s desperate defense was fruitless. Anyone with a shred of sense wouldn’t buy the near-


    hysterical woman’s story.


    Still, that bespectacled woman stood loyally by the starlet.


    She figured Giselle held far more clout than Ivy


    Giselle would surely remember who had stood by her side.


    “Don’t let Ivy deceive you, folks. She’s always been envious of Giselle. This is clearly a setup.”


    Someone in the crowd asked with a furrowed brow, “What’s your stake in this? Why are you so


    protective of Giselle? Are you her insider or something?”


    The woman with sses chuckled awkwardly, “What are you talking about? I just can’t stand watching


    everyone blindly trust Ivy over an innocent Giselle.”


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    “Oh, please. We’ll believe whoever has the proof. Do you think we’re all as gullible as you?” The


    bespectacled woman was left feeling battered and bewildered. Moments ago, the crowd had been


    eager to hear her take down Ivy, but now they seemed swayed by Ivy’s


    ount.


    Meanwhile, Giselle was a mess of tears and nonsensical pleas, repeating her convoluted feelings for


    Balfour over the years.


    Her face was ashen, her eyes red and swollen. She was the picture of misery.


    “Balfour, you have to believe me. I didn’t do this. You always used to stand by me, why won’t you now?


    Is it because of Ivy?”


    Balfour’s brows knitted together, and he no longer wished to hear Giselle’s nagging voice.


    As Giselle continued to implore Balfour’s trust, Ivy felt her stomach turn.


    At that moment, Balfour pulled out his phone and dialed someone, barking a few brief orders.


    Suddenly, amotion erupted from outside the studio. A squad of uniformed officers marched in with


    a purpose if not the police, then who?


    “Mr. Howard.”


    –


    They greeted Balfour with a nod. He acknowledged them, and they sprang into action, swiftly cuffing


    Giselle’s wrists.