Chapter 89

After Yvonne finished speaking, everyone quickly caught on: Shermaine hadn’t framed Wendelyn at all. In fact, Wendelyn was the real instigator , plotting to harm Shermaine. And worse, she even wanted to permanently silence the girl who’d helped her with all these dirty deeds. She looked so demure but turned out to be cold-blooded.

Wendelyn, overwhelmed by the thought of spending her life in prison with a tarnished reputation, broke down completely. She shoved Yvonne and cried out, "I didn’t! I never made any deal with you! Shermaine, how could you go this far just to frame me?" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded desperately, "What will it take for you to let me go? If I’ve ever wronged you, I’ll apologize. Isn’t that enough? I…"

Yvonne was still weak from nearly drowning and couldn’t resist Wendelyn’s shove. She collapsed to the ground and broke into hysterical sobs. "Wendelyn, I hate you! I wish you’d just let me die back then!" If only it had ended there, her life wouldn’t be this endless darkness now.

Wendelyn bit her lip, pretending not to hear her.

The next moment, Shermaine hit play on the audio recording of Wendelyn’s conversation with Yvonne for everyone to hear. Yvonne was always the meticulous one. Fearing that Wendelyn might betray her after getting what she wanted, she secretly recorded every conversation they had on her phone each time they met.

Wendelyn really thought she’d covered her tracks perfectly, believing Yvonne was just a fool who’d stay loyal for a few small favors. Little did she know, every move she made was full of holes; it was a piece of cake for Shermaine to catch her red-handed. In that instant, Wendelyn’s facade crumbled.

Shermaine drawled, "Bet you never thought Yvonne would record all your conversations and keep them on her phone, did you?" Yvonne even encrypted those files, but honestly, cracking a password was child’s play for Shermaine. She leaned in, her tone turning cold. "I’ve got plenty more incriminating evidence. Want me to show everyone everything, hmm? What do you think, Ms. Jean?"

Wendelyn screamed inwardly, "No, absolutely not!" She was terrified, truly terrified. Her lips trembled, and she was too scared to speak.

Shermaine’s eyes gleamed with amusement. "As for that livestreamed chess match… Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your tech cheating gadgets?"

Wendelyn was speechless. Terror crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Then, a transaction receipt from an overseas website appeared on the screen behind the stage. Someone sneered, "How impressive she is, buying something this expensive without even blinking. Must be nice to have that much money. They call me a vicious airhead, but you, the so-called talented society belle, aren’t any better."

Shermaine drawled lazily, "As for the rest, I’ll spare you the embarrassment and won’t air every dirty secret. But I’m sure everyone following this drama can already tell who’s the victim, and who’s the shameless liar."

Shermaine never coveted what wasn’t hers. But she wouldn’t allow anyone to snatch her stuff. Now Wendelyn finally understood that Shermaine was no pushover. With a backbone of steel, she was utterly invincible to someone like her.

Wendelyn stood there in a daze.

Just then, a pair of icy handcuffs clasped around her wrists. Then, Wendelyn was dragged off the stage by the police. Yvonne followed closely behind. Struggling fiercely as she was dragged past Ruth, Wendelyn desperately clutched her hand and wailed hysterically, "Mom, please save me! It was all a mistake. I can’t go to prison!"

But when faced with all the evidence, Ruth was utterly devastated. She never imagined Wendelyn would actually do such terrible things, and worse, get caught red-handed. The daughter she took so much pride in couldn’t even play the piano properly, let alone had to cheat at chess. What an utter disgrace.

Ruth’s face turned icy as she wrenched her hand away. "You’re no daughter!"