She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 522

Alicia gasped softly, adding fuel to the fire. "Oh dear... The loom factory has a longstanding partnership with Élégance. I told you, Loyce, if you wanted to source fabric from the Yavon Loom Factory for Bloomberry, you only needed to ask me. We could have just drawn up a new contract. Why go all the way to the countryside and get yourself into such terrible trouble?"

She left the sentence hanging, sighing deeply. She played the role of a pained, helpless aunt perfectly, lamenting her niece's "youthful impulsiveness."

Uncle Edgar chimed in, "Regardless, I trust my niece's character. There has to be a misunderstanding."

"It's natural for you to side with your family, but as the county executive of Yavon County, it is my duty to protect my people," Yarden proclaimed righteously. "Since this young lady claims she has a clear conscience, she should come to the station with us for a thorough investigation to prove her innocence, don't you agree?"

The orchestrated performance was seamless, almost cementing the narrative that Loyce was a ruthless, fabric-stealing kidnapper.

If Loyce actually got into a police cruiser tonight, regardless of whether she was cleared later, the public would assume the Lonsdale family simply bought her way out. Her reputation would be ruined.

Amidst the hushed whispers, many guests began to side with Uncle Edgar's family, murmuring about how their kindness was being taken advantage of.

However, none of this rattled Loyce. She soothed her furious brothers and grandfather, letting out a soft chuckle. She arched an eyebrow, her expression not one of a cornered suspect, but of someone who saw through a pathetic joke.

She raised the microphone again. Her clear, crisp voice resonated through the grand hall, every word ringing out with absolute precision:

"Aunt Alicia, Sybil, and officers... I believe you are mistaken on several fronts."

Her gaze was cool, her tone unwavering. "First, my clothing brand, Bloomberry, is in no shortage of premium fabrics. I wouldn't dirty my hands with petty kidnapping over some run-of-the-mill textiles."

She then turned her sharp eyes toward Alicia and Sybil, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. "Second, my trip to Yavon County had absolutely nothing to do with fabric."

The crowd paused. Even Alicia frowned, a flicker of unease settling in her chest.

This wretched girl looked as though she had anticipated this exact setup.

Thankfully, a socialite who had attended Alicia's earlier tea party spoke up. "But I saw photos of you dining with the Yavon County executive! They hosted you beautifully, and you were adamant about getting that fabric."

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