Chapter 639
Chapter 639:
“Oh my goodness! The underwear belongs to Daniel. Their taste is absolutely outrageous!”
“Well, at least it’s Daniel’s. I feel better knowing it’s not Stephen’s.”
“Exactly! Just the idea of them messing with Stephen’s underwear disgusted me. But if it belongs to Daniel, I don’t mind at all. Actually, I think it’s quite funny.”
Janice let a faint smile play on her lips. There was no way she would allow Delilah and Demi to drag Stephen’s name into this mess. She had taken steps to safeguard Stephen’s possessions, ensuring the two women faced the consequences of their own deceit.
The looks on Demi’s and Delilah’s faces were almost too satisfying.
At first, they were pale with shock, but when they realized the underwear belonged to Daniel, their expressions twisted into something far worse.
Demi’s gaze darted to Carlton, whose face was a mask of pure disdain. She knew she was over. Completely and utterly over.
She had planned to use this event to win over someone influential, but now, it had completely backfired.
Her reputation ended up damaged, and her plan was a complete failure.
Tears streamed down her face as Delilah suddenly erupted into laughter.
Her reaction left everyone puzzled. Could the shock have driven her to madness?
“Delilah, have you completely lost it?” Maggie’s brows furrowed as she stared at Delilah, a mix of confusion and disbelief crossing her face. “How can you stand there laughing at a time like this?”
Delilah tilted her head back, her expression shifting to one of sorrowful resignation. “I’m laughing at my own naivety, thinking I had finally found a real friend. Turns out I was wrong.”
𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗼𝗺
The group stood frozen, utterly perplexed by Delilah’s cryptic words. But Janice didn’t need any explanation—Delilah was playing her cards, and her target was Demi.
Typical Delilah. When it came to self-preservation, she didn’t hold back.
She’d burned bridges before, even with the Edwards family, who had treated her like one of their own. Tossing a mere acquaintance like Demi under the bus? Child’s play.
“Demi, how could you betray me?” Delilah’s voice cracked, her sorrow quickly turning to indignation. Her gaze, sharp and piercing, burned with heartbreak. “I trusted you. Why would you stab me in the back like this?”
Demi froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Me?” She pointed to herself, completely blindsided. “Delilah, what nonsense are you talking about? I haven’t done anything to you!”
“I thought you wanted to mend fences, to bury the hatchet. But I see it now—you were just biding your time to sucker-punch me when I wasn’t looking.” Delilah clutched her chest, as if the betrayal physically hurt her. The dramatic flourish was so convincing it could’ve won her an award. “You went into my room earlier today, didn’t you? Planted Daniel’s underwear there. I can’t believe how cold-hearted you are.”
Demi stumbled over her words, the accusation hitting her like a ton of bricks. “Delilah, stop spinning tales out of thin air. I—”
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