"This must be your doing! You framed me, didn't you?"
Her performance—blaming the victim like this—was truly something else.
Peach gloated as she sidled closer, grinning at Raina Lynn. "No matter how you argue, explain, or struggle in your last moments, it's useless in the face of ironclad evidence."
"Tsk, tsk. Look at our former screen goddess. How did you end up in such a pitiful state?"
Peach's smile was pleased and unrestrained. If the police officers weren't present, she would have thrown her head back and laughed.
Raina Lynn glared viciously at Peach. "My lawyer will be here any minute. Don't you dare think you can laugh at me."
Laura Lowell ignored her completely, walking past to sit in a nearby chair. Her nonchalant expression held a hint of coldness.
"Actually, we came here specifically to see you in this pathetic, wretched state. We came to kick you while you're down and to laugh at your misfortune."
