The guests attending the banquet today had high hopes for Serena. They wanted her to use this opportunity to form a connection with the eldest daughter of Fragrance Hotel. However, Liza's actions seemed to have shattered this expectation, leaving everyone stunned into silence. Amid the tense atmosphere, Serena’s eyes brimmed with tears. Her voice quivered as she turned to her father, Mr. Sinclair. “Dad, since Sister doesn’t welcome us, I’ll take Mom, and we’ll leave the family!” Hearing this, Mr. Sinclair’s anger flared. He looked at Serena, who appeared heartbroken, and immediately lashed out at Liza. “You edited this video, didn’t you? Are you trying to drive your sister and stepmother to their graves? How could you be so cruel? “You’re nothing but a curse! A jinx! Why can’t you be considerate and gentle like your younger sister? Get out of the Sinclair Family at once!” Before Liza could respond, a calm but mocking voice interrupted. “President Sinclair.” Albert stepped forward, his tone icy as he spoke. “I’ve been listening to this for a while now, and it’s clear that you’re completely out of line.” He stopped in front of Mr. Sinclair, his sharp gaze piercing through. “It’s obvious that Liza has been set up. Why are you blaming her? Why demand that she endure this humiliation? And why are you speaking to her so harshly?” Serena hurriedly stepped in, her voice soft and pleading. “President Albert, don’t blame my dad. He’s just worried about us…” Her red-rimmed eyes and trembling voice made her look pitiful. But Albert dismissed her with a wave of his hand. “Miss Serena, I wasn’t addressing you. Kindly stay quiet. That said, what you just mentioned does have a point.” Serena froze, disappointment flashing across her face. But as his words sank in, her expression changed. Her eyes lit up with hope, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. Had President Albert taken an interest in her? She lowered her head shyly. “President Albert, actually, I—” Before she could finish, Albert cut her off, his tone calm but cutting. “You suggested that you and Victoria should leave the Sinclair Family. I must say, that’s an excellent idea.” The room fell silent again as Albert’s words hit like a bolt of lightning. He continued, his voice sharp with disdain. “Victoria is nothing more than a homewrecker who destroyed someone else’s family. As for you, Serena, you’ve inherited her ways—stealing someone else’s boyfriend. It’s only fitting that you both leave.” Serena’s face turned pale, and her body trembled. She looked at Albert in disbelief, her lips quivering, but no words came out. Mr. Sinclair quickly tried to salvage the situation. “President Albert, there’s been a misunderstanding! Victoria was framed, and Serena… she only spoke out of concern for her health. They’re both too kind-hearted to deserve this treatment!”His desperate explanation only made matters worse. The guests exchanged skeptical glances, their expressions filled with doubt. Liza, who had been silent, finally spoke, her tone cold and steady. “So this is what you think of me, Dad? Is that the kind of person you believe I am?” “Enough!” Mr. Sinclair roared, his face red with anger. “You’re a disgrace! Stop twisting the truth and come home—” Before he could finish his tirade, Albert interrupted him again, his voice slicing through the tension like a knife. “President Sinclair,” Albert said, his words deliberate and firm, “I believe it’s time for me to clarify something. The video? I was the one who gave it to Liza.” Mr. Sinclair froze, his throat tightening as he struggled to find words. His face turned an alarming shade of red, and his body began to tremble. He looked as though he had just been struck by lightning. “President Albert… You… That’s impossible…” he stammered, his voice barely audible. Albert arched an eyebrow, his expression cold and unyielding. “Impossible? Are you suggesting I’m lying?” he asked sharply. “If you doubt me, we can involve the authorities. I’m certain they’ll confirm the authenticity of the video.” Mr. Sinclair’s lips twitched, and he stammered, “No… That can’t be… It must be fake! Victoria… Victoria is gentle and kind… She would never…” Before he could continue, Liza stepped forward, her voice calm but laced with icy contempt. “So you don’t trust President Albert?” she asked, her piercing gaze locked on her father. “If Second H|enry and the others hadn’t intervened, my life would have been destroyed. And yet, you didn’t speak up for me. Instead, you defended Victoria and tried to shield her from the consequences of her actions. “Tell me, Dad—were you involved in framing me? Did you want to ruin your own daughter’s life?” Her words hit like a thunderclap. Mr. Sinclair’s face turned ashen, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He stared at Liza, stunned by her boldness. “How dare you?!” he finally roared, his voice shaking with fury. “You’re accusing me now? You ungrateful brat! You’re just as cold-hearted as your wretched mother!” Liza’s eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable, but her voice grew even colder. Mr. Sinclair, overwhelmed with rage, barked, “This matter ends here! I forbid you to pursue it any further. If you dare—” “Are you threatening her, President Sinclair?” Albert’s deep voice cut through the room like a blade. Mr. Sinclair’s words caught in his throat, and his anger evaporated instantly. He glanced at Albert, swallowing nervously. Before he could respond, the situation escalated dramatically. A cold metallic click echoed through the room, and everyone froze. Albert raised a pistol and pressed the muzzle against Mr. Sinclair’s forehead. The crowd erupted in panic. Gasps and screams filled the air as people scrambled to get away, their faces pale with fear. Mr. Sinclair’s legs buckled, and he broke out in a cold sweat. His voice trembled as he stuttered, “P-President Albert… Please…” Albert leaned in slightly, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “Why don’t you repeat what you just said, President Sinclair?”