He had to admit, he had underestimated that woman.
Caleb Mamet tapped his finger on the table, listening to the conversation. Naomi Whitman laughed arrogantly: "Hahaha, Xaviera Evans, you still don't admit that you destroyed 'Fleeting Time', do you? Stubborn like a dead duck! How could there be such a foolish person like you, using such stupid means to frame others. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, maybe the Coriell family will let you go."
The manager tried to interject: "Um..."
Vita Coriell sighed: "Xaviera, actually, if you hadn't insisted on calling the police at the beginning and left obediently, not many people would have known about this. Now that it has escalated, what will you do in the future?"
The hotel manager tried to interject again: "Miss Coriell... please let me say something..."
Vita Coriell held Mrs. Coriell's hand: "Never mind. I'm giving you another break, Xaviera, now leave the hotel immediately. Mom, let's go back to the banquet."
