The moment she finished speaking, all eyes in the room snapped to Phoebe Lockwood.
Adrian Quincy's gaze was particularly sharp, like a hawk's, seeming to pierce right through her. An overwhelming, suffocating pressure washed over her.
Phoebe Lockwood felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She could barely withstand the pressure, but for the sake of her reputation, she had to keep up the act.
'Besides, no one knows what happened last night, so what do I have to be afraid of!'
'Claire Sinclair, you can't win against me!'
Phoebe Lockwood forced a pitiful expression onto her face and began to speak in a weak voice, "Last night, I wanted to invite Claire Sinclair to dinner. But she didn't just refuse me—she shoved me. I lost my balance and hit the corner of the table. It hurt so, so much... *sob sob*..."
Unfortunately, her acting was terrible. No tears fell, and she only managed to make a whimpering sound.
