Guilty Conscience, Isn't It?

"Miss Shannon, I know it is somewhat inappropriate, but why involve the police and make it public when we can resolve it privately?" Naomi said, "Moreover, this incident happened at the charity auction hosted by Mr. and Mrs. McNamara. If it gets out, it might damage everyone's reputation."

"Is that so?" Cynthia sneered, casting a contemptuous glance at Naomi, treating her like a self-directed and self-acted clown. "There's nothing you're looking for in my room. Please take your group and leave!"

With that, she turned to push open the door. Unexpectedly, a voice in the crowd sneered, "You say you didn't take it, so why not let us all in to have a look? Afraid of being caught red-handed, huh?"

Cynthia, upon hearing this, narrowed her eyes, shooting a sharp look at the woman who spoke. This woman was not only Naomi's friend but also their high school classmate.

"I remember now, you're Lisa Drew."