They were Margot’s loyal followers—or more accurately, her sycophants. Afraid that opposing her might jeopardize their own careers, they chose to side with her, joining in to slander and blame me.
However, not everyone seemed to share their blind loyalty.
Kieran, his expression conflicted, finally broke his silence. He hesitated, then asked cautiously, “Lila… you wouldn’t happen to be related with the Fitzgerald Family, would you?”
The murmurs died down as all eyes turned toward me, the atmosphere suddenly heavy with curiosity and suspicion.
“You managed to get into the Fitzgerald estate,” Kieran continued, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “And the dog seems so comfortable with you. Could it be that…”
Before he could finish, Margot cut him off with a sharp, derisive laugh.
“Impossible!” she sneered. “How could a lowly bitch like her have any connection to the Fitzgeralds, the wealthiest tycoons of Wickerdale?”