Molly Walker's eyes were filled with rage, and her face gradually grew colder as she looked at him.
The man's face was hidden behind the mask, making it impossible to read his expression.
Molly scoffed, "Sir, do you know what she did? Sleeping with a murderer and not fearing that someday she might kill you too?"
The atmosphere plummeted, and the room was utterly silent.
The masked man's eyes seemed to be made of ice.
"What murderer? Molly, stop falsely accusing me!" Isabelle Richardson's heart raced, but she stubbornly denied the accusation. "I have said countless times that I didn't kill your grandmother, but you insist on throwing this dirty water on me..."
Molly walked in front of Isabelle, her gaze sharp as a knife, wishing she could cut off Isabelle's flesh piece by piece. However, she couldn't because they were now living in a legal society. Since it was a legal society, she would use the law to punish Isabelle.
