A Superficially Decent Hypocrite

At this moment, Lisa Drew stepped forward, picked up the fallen necklace, and a touch of smugness flashed in her eyes. "Miss Shannon, do you have anything else to say now?!"

Without waiting for Cynthia to respond, Lisa spoke again. "This trash bin is right outside your room. If you try to explain it as a coincidence, it's too far-fetched. So, I advise you to confess honestly!"

Cynthia coldly lifted her eyelids, a faintly cool and elusive smile playing on her lips. "Rest assured, if I did it, I'll admit it."

Lisa Drew raised an eyebrow, a hint of schadenfreude glinting in her eyes. "So, you admit to stealing Naomi's necklace?!"

Cynthia didn't answer directly but stared at her intently.

"Lisa, let it go." Naomi, standing not far away, walked over with a graceful and gentle smile on her face. "As long as the necklace is found, nothing else matters."

In other words, she didn't intend to pursue Cynthia's responsibility further.