Imperial Heights.

Charlotte sat in front of the computer, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard.

On the screen, the projected revenue curve for Kenneth's title track was a

continuous line of deep green, soaring higher by the minute.

Thanks to Reba, she was sitting comfortably at the number one spot on the trending

list.

Countless nosy netizens were clicking the link just to hear the song.

These weren't just streams; this was pure cash.

"My little money-grubber."

Having put the baby to sleep, Anthony walked back to his wife with a bowl of fresh

fruit. He fed a grape to her, his voice incredibly gentle. "When do you plan on making your move?"

"Tomorrow."

Charlotte swallowed the fruit and tilted her chin up slightly. Her husband obediently fed her another.

"Mhm."

Anthony wrapped his arms around her waist. His face darkened with blatant displeasure as he growled, "I want to crush them."

They actually had the audacity to scheme against and slander his wife. They were practically begging for death.

"Huh?"

Charlotte turned her head, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly as she spoke with total sincerity. "You don't need to. It's been a while since I ran into anyone with a death wish. Let me have some fun to cure my boredom."

II

Anthony blinked, stunned for a couple of seconds. Then, his thumb gently caressed her cheek, his voice dripping with indulgence. "Alright."

He had almost forgotten that his darling was the furthest thing from a pushover.

The next day.

Reba was frantically switching between burner accounts across multiple platforms, refreshing the comment sections endlessly.

Between the paid bots and her loyal fans, the top comments were entirely flooded with praise for her dancing.

Naturally, sprinkled in between the compliments were passive-aggressive jabs claiming Charlotte was using her wealth to bully people because her actual skills were lacking.

It crafted the perfect illusion that Reba's MV was far more popular than Charlotte's.

Watching her Twitter follower count explode at a terrifying rate, a triumphant smirk spread across Reba's face.

Didn't everyone say Charlotte was so powerful?

She was clearly hiding behind a guilty conscience, completely terrified to show her face and clear her name.

The national award for Best MV was as good as hers.

Meanwhile.

The five girls were called into the police station one by one for solitary interrogation.

Staring around the dimly lit room, the first girl gripped her knees tightly, her face pale with mounting anxiety.

Half an hour later, the interrogating officer walked in.

Having waited in agonizing suspense, the girl immediately burst out, "I didn't push her! I swear I didn't!"

"Is that so?"

The officer let out a cold scoff. A cynical smirk played on his lips as his expression turned hard. "That's not what the others said."

"..."

The girl's heart completely dropped into her stomach.

What did the others say?

In her daze, the door to the interrogation room opened again, and a technician wheeled in a heavy piece of equipment.

"A polygraph."

The officer kindly introduced the

machine, his voice low and

threatening: "The others have

already taken their turn. Now it's your's This machine has an accuracy rate of over ninety o percent."

"From this moment forward, every single word you say is critical."

"I feel the need to remind you that Polly's leg injury is extremely severe. Your actions have escalated far beyond simple intentional assau This constitutes attempted murder."

"Attempted murder. Do you have any idea what that means?"

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

As the girl frantically denied it, the technician attached the sensors to her head and

fingers. With a sharp beep, the machine whirred to life.

The girl's entire body went rigid, her breathing turning shallow and erratic.

The officer began the questioning.

"First question. Did you participate in pushing Polly Sinclair down the stairs?"

"No."

With the threat of being labeled a murderer hanging over her head, the girl was utterly terrified. She instantly shot back, "I'm not the one who pushed her."

"Second question. You wanted to ruin the MV shoot, so you

deliberately chose a stairwell with no cameras and no witnesses. You pushed her, and then tried to wash your hands of the crime completely. Is that correct?"

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The girl bit her lip, her panic painfully obvious. "No..."