THE SUSPECT
Murmurs and whispers filled the living room, creating an uneasy hum that reverberated off the walls, as pairs of eyes darted from one person to another.
Lexa, her gaze fixed intently on Jade, shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.
“Who—who would steal from Madam?” one of the maids whispered, her wide eyes reflecting the confusion and fear that rippled through the group.
“Okay, everyone, no need to panic,” Aunt Nadine declared, her voice steadying the room, though the tremor of anxiety lingered in the air.
She turned her attention to Jade, whose lips curved into a self-satisfied smile, clearly reveling in the chaos she had set in motion.
“Seriously?” Aunt Nadine pressed, disbelief etched across her features.
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