"I framed you?" Arabella Vanderbilt's face was full of irony.
"Always Brother Oliver this, Brother Oliver that. Your Brother Oliver loves me so deeply, doesn't he? Is this how he loves me?"
Juliana Vanderbilt's complexion stiffened, her fingertips digging deathly into her palm, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at Arabella.
Arabella curled the corners of her lips in a smile that was so cold it seemed almost cruel.
Then came the next photo, timed to two years ago, at night, Oliver Timmerman was sending Juliana home, and the two were kissing in front of the Vanderbilt mansion.
By this time, Oliver had also rushed up, his face full of distress as he picked Juliana up from the ground!
"Juliana, are you alright?!"
Another wave of gasps swept through the venue: Oliver's gesture had evidently silently confirmed certain things.
Arabella glanced at the photo, her eyes dripping with sarcasm as she slowly pierced Oliver with a ruthless gaze.
