Chapter 15

"You mean we can just dust for fingerprints? That's it?" Isabelle thought Braylee was trying to get herself off the hook. What if she wore gloves when she was stealing?

"Ms. Moore, you can also check the surveillance tape on the corridor to see if I have disposed of anything, like gloves," Braylee added as though she could read Isabelle's mind.

Even though her words had dispelled Isabelle's suspicion, the latter was still hoping to find fault with her because she was jealous of Cara backing her up. Without wasting more time, she called the security guards over and gave an order, "Check the surveillance tape!" She was determined to find evidence to prove Braylee was the thief.

At this point, the dispute had spiraled out of control.

As they were waiting for the result, Cara was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, savoring his wine. He shifted his gaze to Braylee, who was standing not far away, as he took another sip of his wine with relish.