"Grandmother, how could we possibly use a fake necklace to deceive you? Someone must have tampered with it behind our backs. Grandmother, let Father investigate and give you an explanation, what do you think?" Edith asked cautiously.
The entire room was silent, everyone held their tongues. Durant's cold sweat had already soaked his clothes, only waiting for Queen Freyno's judgment.
"Investigate immediately, I want results in an hour."
Durant nodded repeatedly, immediately called the Butler to have him investigate the matter thoroughly.
The ballroom was unusually quiet, the queen sat at the head, her face calm. Edith and Meg stood on either side, not daring to make a sound. Durant was anxious and silently prayed in his heart that results would be found. Everyone's expressions varied, some worried, some looking smug, some indifferent. Emory stood at the back of the crowd, holding a wine glass, coldly watching everything, silently curling his lips.
