I rest my case!
I rest my case!
Rhea's words kept on ringing in the heart of all that were in the court room. While they were all eagar to listen to the piece of recording that Rhea claimed to be her final evidence, this feeling was not the same with Sir Andrew's little sweetheart.
Her palms clamped together in nervousness. She threw glances at the rigid man sitting beside her. She could only look away when she saw that he did not look any better either. His creased forehead reflected his thoughts.
While she was engrossed in her dilemma, the sound of her voice coming from the recorded piece. Her body jolted on her seat, her veins pulsated abnormally.
"You are really hell bent on throwing that woman out of her own position!" A voice that belong to a man was heard.
