For Wester Welson, hiding was the dream he pursued all his life, wasn't it? She knew the taste of being deprived of a dream, like suddenly losing the center of one's life, devoid of thoughts, devoid of pursuits, wandering aimlessly through each day like her.
"She's right, it was I who asked Wester to help me." She lifted her head, bravely meeting his gaze.
Her weak yet firm voice attracted everyone's attention.
Charlotte Green didn't care, she summoned her energy to walk in front of Kevin Cliff, and firmly repeated, "It was I who told Wester to do this."
Kevin Cliff slowly stood up, his cold gaze sweeping across the room; Grant Greenwood and Oliver Hilton understood, and he ordered everyone out except for Sophia Young and Wester Welson.
Kevin Cliff leaned in close to her, his gaze piercing as he looked down at her, his thin lips uttering a chilling tone, "So you admit that you used your beauty to bewitch him? That you exploited your own frailty to arouse his sympathy?"
