Shirley froze when the detectives came to fetch her. She glanced at the other intern, but she could no longer ask for help. Then her eyes turned to Gala.
"Auntie—"
"I should have known that you're the vilest. I would have never gotten you close to Leander and his brother." Gala chastised her niece. Her voice was even so loud, as if she were screaming without it cracking. The detectives didn't pay attention to her, either.
Shirley could only accept defeat. She got out of her seat and walked with the detectives. Her expensive jacket covered her cuffed wrists, and her heels echoed lowly against the floor.
More onlookers poked their heads out when Shirley walked with the detectives to the elevator. No one from their office followed those people out. None of them would speak to Shirley and promise her things like a good lawyer and her freedom. Perhaps what happened last night wasn't as simple as Beckett Wentworth slipping into the pool.
