Her hands tightly balled into fists, she didn't dare to touch the cell phone in front of her, frantically shaking her head.
"The person in this is not me, Mr. Aiden, someone else is trying to frame me, the director and I... we didn't do anything…" Clara Sanders' eyes widened with terror, suddenly backing away.
The very next second, she charged forward, grabbed the cell phone on the table, and threw it on the ground.
"This video was edited, Mr. Aiden, you mustn't believe it, they all conspired against me!"
Why hadn't she killed that reporter to stifle the truth!
Collins Aiden saw it, he saw the video, and he would know that the person he encountered that night... was not her at all…
The person he bumped into was not her, and the keychain didn't belong to her either...
How did this happen?
She didn't even have one last chance to turn things around...
