Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 595

Lizzie only spared Carl a fleeting glance before quickly averting her gaze.

"I don't know him," she said. She then turned to Cyrus with an innocent expression and reached out to hold his arm. "Cyrus, I have no idea who he is."

Even with Carl standing right in front of her, she still tried to deny it.

Ezra chuckled lightly. This woman was always good at feigning innocence, but no matter how much she denied it now, the truth would eventually come out. He exchanged a knowing look with Finley.

Before entering, Finley had managed to extract some information from Carl.

"Mrs. Finch, although you claim not to recognize him, it appears he is quite familiar with you," Finley declared, emphasizing the words "quite familiar."

Lizzie's heart skipped a beat, and a look of displeasure washed over her face. "Judging by his attire, he appears to be a bodyguard from the Azure Clan, which serves the Finch family. It's not surprising he recognizes me," she countered.

Indeed, it wasn't surprising at all.

Before Finley could respond, Lizzie continued, "The Azure Clan is loyal only to the head of the family, and Jonathan has never liked me.

"If you wish to hold me accountable for tonight's events for the sake of the Finch family, I will bear the consequences, even if I am not at fault. But..."

Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip, and a mixture of frustration, righteousness, and a hint of despair crossed her face before she continued, "Why must you drag someone else into this to tarnish my reputation?"

Ezra couldn't help but laugh, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Your reputation? Really?"

"Ezra!" Cyrus barked, his voice filled with anger.

However, Ezra paid no heed to Cyrus, not even sparing him a glance. Instead, he turned his attention to Carl.

"Well then, let's see just how innocent you are. So, Carl…" Ezra's gaze bore into Carl.

Ezra was usually carefree and detached, his striking features more beautiful than intimidating. Even with his status as a member of the Finch family, the members of the Azure Clan saw him as nothing more than just that.

However, with that single look, Carl felt as if he were standing before the imposing Jonathan. As Ezra uttered Carl's name, a shiver ran down Carl's spine, his scalp tingling in apprehension.

"Speak up," Ezra commanded coldly. "Start with everything you did tonight, and don't leave out a single detail, not even the slightest bit. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to make you go through the same treatment Finley gave you earlier."

It was a blatant threat. Ezra didn't bother to sugarcoat it, and no one questioned his authority.

Lizzie didn't dare to challenge him. She was terrified that the more she said, the more she would slip up and get herself in trouble. At this moment, all she could do was stay silent and wait for an opportunity to present itself.

Though she avoided Carl's gaze, her attention was locked on him, not daring to relax even for a second.

Cyrus wanted to speak up, but a single sharp glance from Eleanor silenced him.

Finally, Carl's shaky voice echoed in the hall. "I... I put some drugs in the greenhouse and used Mr. Jonathan's name to lure Mr. Ezra there. Then, using the same trick, I brought Ms. Shaffer to the greenhouse..."

His face was swollen from the beating, and his speech was slurred. But even through his muddled words, everyone understood what he was confessing to.

He had confirmed Ezra's suspicions. Someone had indeed set up Ezra and Rose.

Eleanor's anger flared. "Why did you do it? Who ordered you?"

She knew an Azure Clan bodyguard would never do something like this without a motive or orders. Someone had to be pulling the strings from behind.

Carl stole a glance in a particular direction. "I..."

This revelation came as no shock to many within the room. Ironically, the accused turned out to be the most astonished person in the room.

For a moment, Lizzie's mind went completely blank. It was as if time had stopped, and the world had fallen silent. She couldn't hear a single sound. But it lasted only a moment.

Quickly regaining her composure, Lizzie concealed the panic that surged within her. A succession of emotions flitted across her face—first, disbelief at the accusation, then shock at the implications, and ultimately, a resigned acceptance of her apparent "wrongful accusation."

"I said I would take responsibility for this. Was it really necessary to go this far?" she sighed, maintaining her aura of sacrificial innocence as though she were the victim once again.

While her outward appearance remained the same, her heart was in turmoil. If there weren't so many people present, she would have loved nothing more than to march up to Carl and slap him, questioning his supposed love for her.

But with so many eyes on her, she couldn't say a word.

Nevertheless, when her eyes locked with Carl's, the unspoken question blazed in her gaze. "Is this the love you spoke of?"

Her gaze conveyed her reproach, pity, and admonishment—a blend of emotions capable of stirring up a primal protective instinct in most people.

Sharp-witted and observant, Clover caught a glimpse of Lizzie's repulsive attempt at manipulation and couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

"Seems like there's something going on between you two, huh?"

His words had a profound impact on everyone present.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Ezra's lips as he almost applauded Clover's audacity.

Meanwhile, Cyrus' face darkened. A sudden realization sparked in his mind as he glanced between Lizzie and Carl, his gaze turning suspicious.

Realizing the damage that had been done, Lizzie hastily looked away in a panic.