CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Harper’s POV
For several seconds, nobody moved.
The servant was still standing in front of Xavier with the file in his hands, while I remained frozen near the sofa, unable to understand how something I had never seen before could possibly have been found inside my room.
Xavier slowly reached for the file.
He took it from the servant and looked at the cover before opening it.
I watched his face carefully, hoping to see some sign that he believed me.
Instead, his expression remained calm.
Lyra was the first person to speak. “Harper, why would you take the file?”
My eyes immediately moved toward her. “I didn’t take it, I can’t take it”
She shook her head. “Then how did it get into your room?”
“I don’t know.”
Her expression hardened. “That doesn’t make sense, how
