Dylan Collins walked in with a group of people.
Instantly, even though the Presidential Suite was spacious and brightly lit, it felt a bit smaller as it was filled with people.
Everyone watched in bewilderment as Dylan Collins looked over his shoulder. Next, Darcie Delmonte, with her greasy face, was thrown into the room.
It was her?
Hallie Morgan stared at the woman who came in. Her face was pockmarked, just like the symptoms of an allergic reaction she had developed last time after drinking contaminated alcohol.
She, shivering, sat on the ground. As soon as she saw the people in front of her, she cried out, "I really didn't know. It wasn't me. CEO Collins, you can't just believe what others say and frame me. It was clearly Hallie Morgan, this bitch, who betrayed you. Why don't you believe that?"
