Leslie Green instantly regretted it.
How could she forget that Leslie’s not the type to avoid drama—if she wants to flip the table, she will. And she’ll do it to your face.
Sure enough, Leslie swept her gaze across the crowd. “I own up to what I’ve done. But I won’t let anyone stick crimes I didn’t commit on me. Yes, I asked Mrs. Green for ninety million.”
The room went dead silent.
“I don’t care what motives Mrs. Green had when she took me in. Doesn’t matter now—I’m done with all that. I’ve been designing for Green Jewelry since I was thirteen. You—yeah, you, and you too—the necklaces you’re wearing right now? I designed those. Five years ago, three years ago, last year. Every single one. You think it’s a coincidence the Green brand blew up seven years ago? That unique, fres
