Despite her demands to see her father, Onyx's arrival and attempts to secure her release were thwarted by the police and Gerard's influence.

He could only assure her that she'd be free after a short detention.

Marlene fumed, blaming Lilah for her predicament.

Meanwhile, at the banquet, Laura was unexpectedly approached by a few police officers. One of them said, "Miss Rhodes, we need your cooperation for an investigation."

Surprised, Laura asked, "What investigation?"

The officer was blunt. "You colluded with Marlene to sneak George into the hotel disguised as a waiter."

This revelation drew the attention of everyone present. Was Laura part of the scheme?

Her reputation, once that of a simple-minded lady, was now in tatters.

Under the weight of shocked and scornful stares, Laura felt her world collapsing.

These police officers went too far. Didn't they see there were so many people present? Their public accusation only deepened her humiliation.

Laura defended, "What? I have no idea about that at all!"

"Marlene has confessed," he stated. "Miss Rhodes, please come with us. Your cooperation is necessary," the officer insisted, unmoved by her pleas.

How could Marlene confess? That bitch!

“I'll cooperate, but I don't know anything about this!" Laura protested, her face a mask of innocence.

Despite Laura's denial, the arrival of the police raised suspicions.

Brenda's view of Laura shifted dramatically, suspecting her of deceit.

Lilah caught Gerard's eye, questioning the necessity of this public spectacle.

“Did you arrange this?" Lilah inquired.

Gerard affirmed, "She must face consequences for her actions. I won't allow anyone to harm you."

Lilah, feeling a surge of emotion, looked at Gerard.

He teased, “If you're touched, how about a kiss?" His eyes sparkled with mirth, Lilah playfully brushed off the suggestion. She mused, partly in jest, that Gerard's allure might have driven Laura to her actions.

The conversation quickly shifted back to Jerrold. The room buzzed with accolades for him, showering him with gifts.

"Jerrold's a rare find. Mr. Freeman hasn't mentored anyone in years," one relative praised.

"He's Gerard's son, after all. A chip off the old block!" another echoed.