"Ow, that hurts!"
Livia cried out in exaggerated pain, but her composure gave away no sign of panic.
Calaen's face was a picture of disbelief as he rushed forward to confront her.
"Livia, you'd better have a good explanation for this!"
Livia gave a small smirk, locking eyes with Nelia, a taunting glint in her gaze.
"Interesting theory… but…" She shrugged gracefully. "Do you have any proof?"
Nelia faltered, unable to form a reply.
Truth be told, she had no concrete evidence to implicate Livia in this mess.
"Guess you're out of luck, then."
Seizing the moment, Livia smoothly pulled away, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Enjoy your evening."
As she walked off, Nelia's gaze grew steely, her mind churning with unease.
This woman was trouble—Nelia hadn't felt this sense of dan
