“Ha…”
After a long silence, only a faint laugh escaped Candice’s throat.
As if she had been rendered speechless from rage.
From the other end of the call, Bianca exclaimed, “You’re laughing? How can you laugh at a time like this! The Jackson family whitewashed Mia’s image by dumping all the filth on you—how can you swallow that?”
“Bring out the aura you had at the charity gala! Slap their faces hard!”
“Go clean up that bunch of bastards!”
She was even cursing now.
This was the number one socialite in Vanclyn, always poised, sweet, and elegant, speaking in the softest accent.
Candice gave a self-deprecating smile. “Aren’t you afraid what she said is true? So much evidence laid out—it’s pretty damning.”
“Bullshit!”
“I, Bianca, would bet my life that you're not that kind of person,
