Starla emerged from the doctor's office, her expression cold and resolute. Garret and Herbert's bodyguards were waiting for her outside.
Garret helped her into the wheelchair as she sent him a file from her phone—an audio recording.
He glanced at it. "Did the doctor confess everything?"
"Yes, she admitted it all."
It was incredible the lengths Brinley and Harriet would go to just to harm her.
"Should we initiate legal proceedings against her now?" Garret asked.
Starla shook her head. "No. Letting her go to jail so easily would be too merciful. We'll deal with that when I return to Yoran Country."
In the meantime, she wanted Harriet to experience the helpless, crushing feeling of falling from a great height. As for Brinley, she had always leaned on her powerful mother. They both loved to throw their weight around and bully others with their power. Now, they would learn what it felt like to be completely powerless.
"I understand," Garret said, grasping her intent.
As he wheeled her towards the parking garage, they entered an elevator and came face to face with Xenia, a large bandage covering one side of her face. The moment she saw Starla, her eyes blazed with a murderous hatred.
"Are you satisfied now that you've done this to me?" Xenia hissed through clenched teeth.
"You're mistaken," Starla replied calmly. "I wasn't the one who hit you."


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