"It's him!!"
"This bastard has been setting me up since the moment he stepped into the banquet, luring me step by step into making it seem like I provoked him first!"
Sandra pointed a trembling finger at Tyler, her face contorted with fury.
"He was the one who asked me to meet in the lounge, saying he had something to discuss.
That's why I went!"
Her voice shook with barely contained rage, her teeth clenched so tight they might shatter.
"Everything—it was all a trap he laid out!!"
Grandpa Porter's expression darkened as he turned to Tyler, his gaze thoughtful.
"Miss Sandra, keeps insisting that I orchestrated this, that I invited you to the room," Tyler met the old man's eyes steadily, then wheeled his chair forward slightly.
"Then why don't you explain to everyone here," His sharp eyes bore into Sandra like daggers.
"exactly how I manipulated you into approaching me first?
And what excuse did I use to lure you into that lounge?
