"There you are." The male reporter glanced around before asking cautiously, "Miss O'Connell, you have to tell me the truth. Does Miss Faulkner have some dirt on you? At the entrance just now, Miss Faulkner swore to us that once the wedding starts, she'll give us the truth we've been wanting."
"The truth?" Hearing this, Dawn O'Connell's heart skipped a beat.
'Could it be? Does Phoebe Faulkner have some evidence that I failed to get rid of?'
At the thought, Dawn O'Connell's mood grew heavy. Though she had been certain of victory, a strange unease now welled up inside her. After all, her plan hadn't been completely seamless. Take the incident where Phoebe Faulkner supposedly pushed her down the stairs—even though she had bribed the café's staff and customers beforehand, she couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be any unforeseen complications.
'And besides, I'm carrying Howard's child right now.'
