Mr. Sinclair’s face turned ghostly pale, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. “President Albert, I… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have disrupted your dinner. But this whole situation—it’s because of Liza. I—” “Heh.” Albert interrupted him with a cold sneer, spinning the pistol casually in his hand. His finger rested lightly on the trigger as his gaze pierced through Mr. Sinclair. “It seems words aren’t enough to make you understand. Perhaps a bullet would do the trick!” “P-President Albert!” Mr. Sinclair stammered, his body trembling violently. “Please, calm down! What did I do to offend you? Just tell me, and I’ll make it right!” Albert’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “You came here tonight to meet the eldest miss of Fragrance Hotel, didn’t you?” Mr. Sinclair froze, blinking in confusion. “The eldest miss…?”Albert’s smirk deepened. “Do you even know who she is?” Mr. Sinclair’s mind raced as he shook his head. He had no idea. Truthfully, he had never met or even heard of this so-called eldest miss. But if Albert brought her up, she must be someone of great importance. Could it be? His family’s visit was indeed partly to establish a connection with Fragrance Hotel’s eldest miss. But why was Albert mentioning her now? And how was this connected to the disaster unfolding tonight? His thoughts spiraled, and bitterness filled his chest as his gaze flickered toward Liza. If it weren’t for her stubbornness, this wouldn’t have happened. She had refused to comply, even if it meant destroying everything. How dare she! Suddenly, a chilling realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. His entire body shook as his eyes widened in horror. He slowly turned to look at Liza, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. Meanwhile, Liza stood with her arms crossed, her demeanor calm and indifferent. She seemed unfazed by Albert brandishing a pistol. While the rest of the room was in chaos, her steady presence made her stand out even more. It was as if she had anticipated all of this. Mr. Sinclair’s thoughts tangled like creeping vines, constricting his ability to think clearly. The truth was beginning to dawn on him, but it was too horrifying to fully accept. “President Sinclair,” Albert said, his voice sharp and deliberate, “are you starting to understand now?” He lowered the pistol slightly, his tone brimming with disdain. “If that’s the case, let me ask you—why did you allow Victoria to frame her? Or is it that you think so little of Fragrance Hotel?” The room fell into stunned silence as Albert’s words sank in. The implications were clear, and a wave of realization swept over the crowd. Victoria had framed Liza, but Albert was taking Liza’s side. The conclusion was obvious: Liza wasn’t just anyone—she was Albert’s younger sister and the eldest miss of Fragrance Hotel. Whispers rippled through the crowd. “Liza went missing as a child. Could it be that the Edward Family adopted her?” “So, the Sinclair Family abandoned her back then, only for her to end up as the eldest miss of the Edward Family? What an incredible twist of fate!” Mr. Sinclair’s entire body trembled as sweat dripped down his forehead. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, his legs unable to support him any longer. As he knelt, his gaze lifted toward Liza, now filled with terror and regret. The crowd was stunned into silence as the truth settled over them. Liza—once dismissed and ridiculed—was actually Albert’s younger sister? The esteemed eldest miss of Fragrance Hotel? This revelation seemed too unbelievable to be true. Liza, who had grown up in a rural village with barely enough food to survive and clothes to keep warm, now stood as the rightful heir to the powerful Edward Family. How had fate managed such an astonishing turn? Meanwhile, Serena and Victoria looked as though the ground had crumbled beneath them. Their faces were ashen, and their confidence evaporated in an instant. “How could this happen?” someone in the crowd murmured. “How could Liza end up being the eldest miss of the Edward Family? What kind of luck is this?” Others began whispering among themselves, each comment sharper than the last. “So President Sinclair brought Serena here to apologize, only to offend Eldest Miss again? What a disaster!” “Victoria schemed to frame Liza to gain control of the Sinclair Family’s assets. What a pity for her—it turns out Liza has Albert’s support. This family doesn’t stand a chance now.” “I heard Serena was always treated like the real daughter of a wealthy family, while Liza was treated worse than a servant. The contrast is laughable!” “Well, look at Serena now. She’s always pretending to be perfect, but it seems she’s finally lost her composure. Her face looks like she’s seen a ghost!” The whispers grew louder, and the weight of the crowd’s judgment bore down heavily on Serena and Victoria. Liza, however, remained calm, as if none of this fazed her. Her composed demeanor only heightened her newfound authority, making it clear that she no longer cared for the Sinclair Family’s approval. Albert’s voice broke the silence, his tone gentle yet firm. “Liza… What do you want to do with them?” Mr. Sinclair opened his mouth to speak, but Liza’s sharp words cut him off. “Dad,” she said coldly, “you don’t honestly think I’ll let this slide, do you? You’ve falsely accused me time and time again, and Victoria went so far as to plot against me. Do you expect me to just endure this quietly?” Her words were like daggers, and Albert didn’t hesitate to back her up. “She’s right,” he said, his gaze icy. “Actions have consequences. When someone does wrong, they should be punished. Or perhaps… I should end this here and now?” He raised the pistol once again, aiming it steadily at Mr. Sinclair’s forehead. Panic overtook Mr. Sinclair. His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, trembling like a leaf. “President Albert, please spare me!” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “I was blind—I didn’t know better! Victoria, apologize! Quickly!” He turned to Victoria, shaking her violently in a desperate attempt to elicit a response. But when she remained frozen in shock, he grabbed her hair, yanking her forward and forcing her head down in a kowtow. “Apologize!” he screamed, his voice laced with terror. The scene was pathetic, and the once-proud Mr. Sinclair had been reduced to a groveling shadow of himself. It was painfully clear to everyone present that this was Albert’s domain. Here, Mr. Sinclair’s life held as much value as an insect crushed underfoot.