Holly Sinclair's face was cold as ice as she spoke, her words ringing with conviction.
At first, she hadn't suspected Vivian Linton.
But something the scumbag said that night made her realize this was no mere accident.
The scumbag said—
"Heh, she really *is* a looker. Guess it's my lucky day."
Those two words, "really is," meant the scumbag knew of her.
So she ventured a guess: it was highly likely that Vivian Linton had hired someone to hurt her. She must have viciously told the scumbag how beautiful Holly was, implicitly telling him to ruin her face...
But she had no proof.
Still, she had to take a chance.
If Tristan Sterling would just believe her this once and investigate that scumbag, they could probably track down the mastermind.
And yet—
"Are you paranoid? Stop dragging Vivian into everything!"
Tristan Sterling's expression turned utterly grim.
Every word was a dagger to her heart.
A chill washed over Holly Sinclair's heart, leaving it ice-cold.
"Ha."
