I can't accept millions in debt because of her, the assistant thought anxiously. This isn't pocket change—it's millions! I'd spend over a decade trying to pay it back. Even if it embarrasses her in front of everyone, I must act now. If I wait until she's gone, it'll be too late. She glanced at Seraphina's purse, the meaning clear. As the tension grew, Seraphina remained calm under the scrutiny. Her gaze was steady, and her tone was even as she asked, "Are you absolutely sure the mask wasn't in the sandalwood box? Did you leave it unattended or allow someone else to handle it after I handed it over?" The assistant faltered momentarily but eventually shook her head. "I'm positive. The box stayed with me the entire time. The mask was absent when I checked just now." She sounded certain, and she clearly believed Seraphina had taken it. The murmurs around them started to grow."That mask is worth millions. With diamonds from Kusnaiwana, no less. It's not surprising someone would be tempted." "She looks so proper, but I guess appearances can be deceiving," one staff muttered. "Thomas was way too nice to her," someone else added with a shake of their head. Another interjected with a sneer, "No surprise she wasn't concerned with pay. Why worry when she's already snagged something so precious?" "Hold on, let's not assume any conclusion. She doesn't strike me as the type to steal," a calmer voice interjected. The murmurs carried through the room, but Seraphina didn't flinch. If the accusations bothered her, she didn't show it. Her calm demeanor only added to the curiosity of those around her. Yet, Thomas wasn't so composed. His expression soured, revealing his frustration. Before he could say anything, Michael hurriedly intervened, "Seraphina, maybe you forgot to put the mask in the box. Could you check again?" He figured it was better for him to ask first—if Thomas lost his temper, Seraphina may end up in tears. His attempt to smooth things over fell flat as Thomas turned to him with an icy glare that seemed to say, 'Do you even understand what's going on?' Thomas' voice turned cold and authoritative. "Lock down the backstage. No one leaves until we get to the bottom of this." The staff fell silent, stunned by the weight of his command. His message made it clear—he wouldn't tolerate dishonesty or theft. Moreover, despite the tension, it was clear that Thomas never doubted Seraphina. Unfazed by the chaos, Seraphina sighed quietly and helplessly. Her phone buzzed in her pocket again; Evelyn was clearly impatient. She reached for her purse and held it out. "You can check if you want. My friend's waiting, and I don't have time to argue," she stated plainly.However, Thomas rejected the bag, pushing it back towards her. "It's unnecessary; I know it's not you." "Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his certainty. Thomas explained, "The bag you're holding is a handmade piece from Eden worth 200,000. The watch on your wrist is a limited-edition Patek Philippe, valued at 580,000. Your necklace is worth at least 100,000, and your clothes are all custom-made. Altogether, what you're wearing is worth far more than the mask. Someone like you doesn't need to steal." The room went silent. Eden? Most staff had no idea who or what he was referring to, but they could tell the name carried significant weight. If Thomas could mention it so casually, Eden had to be someone—or something—far beyond their comprehension.