"Which means I've already won this round. If you still insist I'm guilty, then the burden of proof is back on you. You need to produce new evidence first. Only after that would I need to respond."
Yara almost got lost in the argument herself. For a moment, she couldn't come up with a rebuttal.
Wren turned toward Ryan. "Mr. Webb, do you happen to have any more evidence that can bury me? If you do, now would be a great time. Look at Miss Winslow. She's so angry her face is practically twisting."
Ryan lowered his head. He didn't dare look at her. Nor did he say a word.
Earlier, Yara had texted Adrian, updating him on the situation and asking when he would arrive.
He never replied.
As things spiraled further and further out of control, panic began creeping into her chest.
Then suddenly—
