Ivor's voice was deep and powerful, instantly overwhelming the surrounding noise. Everyone's
eyes involuntarily turned to him. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his face stern.
His eyebrows revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if every step he took came with an invisible authority.
Seeing this, Willa's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Ivor aggrievedly, her voice tinged with a sob. "Ivor, Cassia... she... she stole my necklace."
Cassia crossed her arms, did not defend herself, and met Ivor's scrutinizing gaze fearlessly.
Ivor did not immediately respond to Willa, but glanced around the crowd.
Finally, his eyes fixed on Cassia, and he slowly said, "Cassia, don't you have anything to say?"
Cassia smiled slightly, calmly and unhurriedly. "Mr. Parker, I believe that the truth
