Chapter 89 The Main Culprit

• “Leah, how could you stoop so low and do something like this?” That voice—her brother’s—made her freeze. Henry. Her own blood. And he really believed she could do something so low?
• “No, I didn’t do anything! I never even left my corner,” Leah said desperately, trying to defend herself, trying to cling to some shred of trust.
• “Leah, I worked so damn hard on that design and you ruined it!” Hailey snapped, her voice full of fury. “You need to compensate for it.”