Chapter 303
Hailee swept her gaze across the Craig and Sampson families with deliberate mockery before addressing the captivated audience. “Whether those videos contain truth or lies, the police will determine that through proper investigation. This isn’t about which side commands more supporters or who can shout the loudest. Facts don’t bend to anyone’s will.”
After letting her eyes linger meaningfully on Boris and Hester, Hailee’s voice turned arctic and razor-sharp. “People who commit crimes face consequences today. The law treats everyone with equal measure. Are you two prepared to spend your engagement night behind bars?”
Hester’s complexion drained of all color, and she cast a desperately pleading look toward Boris.
Boris finally emerged from his stunned stupor, no longer staring at Hailee with that pathetic, lovesick expression.
Moving forward with calculated steps, he gently captured Hailee’s hand in his, his eyes heavy with what appeared to be genuine remorse and longing. “Hailee, please consider withdrawing that police report. Go home now, and after I handle these complications here, I’ll come to you, alright?”
Hailee had fallen victim to Boris’s masterful emotional manipulation countless times in the past, allowing him to draw her into his elaborate web of deception, surrendering everything she had to give. She had nearly sacrificed a vital organ for his sake. But today, she refused to be anyone’s fool.
“Ha!” Hailee released a sharp, bitter laugh that cut through the air and wrenched her hand free from his grasp.
Then, Hailee seized a crystal glass filled with deep red wine, raised it high above her head, and poured the entire contents over Boris’s unsuspecting head.
Hailee’s eyes remained laser-focused and unblinking throughout the entire deliberate act. She felt absolutely nothing for Boris anymore.
The crimson wine cascaded down Boris’s forehead in rivulets, staining his aristocratic features and transforming the once-charming Craig heir into a drenched, pitiful figure.
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When the last drops finished falling, Boris dragged a hand across his wine-soaked face and offered Hailee a crooked, almost admiring smirk. “Do you feel satisfied now? If you’ve successfully vented your frustrations, please drop that report and wait for me at your place, okay?”
Hailee held the empty crystal glass aloft like a trophy, her voice completely devoid of emotion as she delivered her final words to Boris.
“Boris, you wielded your wealth and influence like weapons against me. Now I’m wielding the law in return—seems perfectly fair to me. I won’t be withdrawing that police report. You and your beloved fiancée can start planning for your new accommodations behind bars!” Hailee declared with unwavering conviction, her steady gaze never leaving Boris’s wine-stained face.
Boris studied Hailee intently, a thousand unspoken thoughts swimming in his eyes, yet he found himself completely unable to voice even one of them.
Standing rigidly beside Boris, Hester’s composure finally shattered completely. She unleashed a hysterical shriek that echoed through the grand hall. “Hailee, you destructive witch! You’ve demolished my engagement celebration, and now you want to see me rotting in prison? Well, if I’m destined for hell, you’re coming straight down with me!”
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