Chapter 220

Harrison tested the water with her fingertips. The temperature was mild, not scalding as she'd expected.

Her piercing gaze locked onto Daphne's face. "You deliberately framed Gabrielle. This was never about her, was it? Your real target is me."

Daphne gave a careless shrug, lips curling into a sly smirk. "Obviously." Rosalind's face flushed with anger. "Have you gone completely mad, Daphne? Harrison always treated you like family. Or have you forgotten who rescued you when Victor Blackwell took you from The Grand Celeste? Now that you're some big-shot celebrity, you've turned your back on everyone? This is how you repay kindness? Where's your conscience?"

Not a trace of remorse showed on Daphne's face. Instead, she let out a chilling laugh. "There it is - the truth finally comes out. You're just jealous. Jealous of my wealthy boyfriend. Jealous of my fame!"

Jealous?

Rosalind gaped in disbelief. "If you're so proud of him, why not tell us his name?"

Harrison gently pulled Rosalind back, her sharp eyes studying Daphne. "Do I know this boyfriend of yours?"

Daphne had dropped enough hints - she should have figured it out by now.

Daphne remained silent.

Just then, her assistant answered a call and whispered urgently in her ear.

Daphne's face lit up with excitement as she smirked at Harrison. "Sorry, but Gabrielle's situation will have to wait. I won't retract my statement. My boyfriend heard about my injury and he's coming to pick me up from the hospital."

Rosalind clenched her fists. "You little-"

Daphne swung her legs off the bed with practiced grace. After adjusting her designer dress and checking her reflection with satisfaction, she strode toward the door, her assistant scurrying after her.

"What a snake! We completely misjudged her. Who the hell is this sugar daddy of hers? Must be someone important to give her that kind of arrogance." Rosalind fumed.

Harrison stared at the empty doorway where Daphne had disappeared. After a beat, she said, "Let's follow her. We'll find out who he is."

She needed to know the identity of the man pulling Daphne's strings.

They hurried downstairs in time to see Daphne waiting curbside, her mystery man yet to arrive.

"There!" Rosalind pointed.

Harrison looked up to see an elongated Phantom Rolls-Royce gliding toward them, its obsidian exterior gleaming with understated opulence. The vehicle commanded attention, its imposing presence drawing stares from passersby.

Daphne transformed instantly - the haughty celebrity melting into a lovesick girl. Her assistant opened the rear door and Daphne slid inside with practiced elegance.

The tinted windows revealed nothing, keeping their secrets locked away. Everything about the car whispered discretion and power.

Within moments, the luxury vehicle disappeared into the night, taking Daphne with it - just as she'd disappeared from Harrison's life.

Rosalind frowned. "That car screams money and influence. But I still can't place who it belongs to."

When she reached for Harrison's hand, she gasped at the icy chill. "Harrison! Your hands are freezing. What's wrong?"