Chapter 80 It Was Me Who Started The Firenoveldrama

Selina was dragged out by the servant.

"Let go

of me, let of me..."

go

Selina was brought in front of everyone, struggling.

Nyasia glanced coldly at Selina and said, "Why were you hiding there? Did you start the fire?" Selina sat on the ground, trembling with fear, and shook her head vigorously. She said with a sense of injustice, "Nyasia, it wasn't me, I swear! I was just going to the restroom with Beatrice, but when I didn't see her at the entrance, I wandered around and got lost. It was a servant who brought me here."

After speaking, she pointed to the servant at the very end.

The servant nodded at Nyasia, confirming that what Selina said was true.

Nyasia, upon hearing the words, narrowed her eyes and glanced at Beatrice and Madelynn.

"So, the most likely ones would be the two of you, but this lighter belongs to Ms. Bradford, so..."

Madelynn, with teary eyes, choked up and said, "I also have witnesses. I ran into the maid who was watering the plants at the place I just went to. I even had a brief conversation with her. If you don't believe me, you can bring someone over to ask her." Nyasia gave the butler a signal with her eyes.

The butler quickly brought the servant who waters the flowers.

The servant nodded repeatedly, "Nyasia, Ms. Bradford did indeed ask me about some flowers just now. She couldn't have been talking to me and here at the same time."

ing to

After some elimination, only Beatrice was left.

setting fire?

Nyasia stared at Beatrice with a furrowed brow, "Ms. Lindsey, do you happen to have any witnesses too?"

Beatrice shook her head, but before she could speak, Selina looked at her in astonishment.

"Beatrice, did you... just discuss the importance of these flowers to Nyasia with me earlier, in order to do these things?"

"Although Ms. Bradford was Mr. Caden's fiancée, she did indeed have an easier time gaining Nyasia's favor, but you should have believed in your own abilities."

Selina's words undoubtedly implicated Beatrice.

Madelynn stared with wide eyes, allowing tears the size of beans to roll down her cheeks, looking heart-wrenching.

She leaned on Caden, sorrowfully questioning, "Beatrice, how could you do this to me? You used the things I had prepared to give to Mr. Caden. Not only did you hurt me, but you also hurt Mr. Caden. Sob, sob, sob..."

There were many servants around, and because Madelynn cried so sincerely, they all looked at Beatrice reproachfully.

Nyasia's face tightened as she approached Beatrice, "Is it really you?"

Beatrice met Nyasia's gaze and nodded

slightly, "It was me."

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As the words fell, Selina and M their facial expressions.

Is this, is this an admission?

There wasn't even a word of rebuttal.

Nyasia was also surprised by Beatrice's response and asked, "Why? Just to frame Madelynn?" Well, she really did misjudge Beatrice before.

Beatrice, however, sincerely said, "For you, Nyasia."

Madelynn felt that Beatrice was acting strange, so she quickly winked at Selina while wiping her

tears.

Selina grabbed Beatrice and earnestly said, "Beatrice, I know you don't want to admit your mistake, but if you're wrong, you're wrong. Instead of making up excuses, it's better to apologize early. I believe Nyasia and Mr. Caden are both generous people and won't give you a hard time." "Beatrice, don't mess around, I don't blame you anymore. Mr. Caden is still here, don't make it difficult for him," Madelynn

Madelynn persuades Everyone else nodded, thinking that it "Beatrice..." Caden spoke coldly.

with

a

sense

was best not

of

righteousness.

escalate the situation.

Beatrice angrily interrupted, "What? I can't even say a few words? Do I have to kneel down and apologize for Mr. Caden to make your fiancée feel better?"

Caden's eyes darkened.

The crowd took a deep breath in unison.

Beatrice dared to speak to Caden like this.

This, on the contrary, piqued Nyasia's interest, and she raised an eyebrow."Beatrice, you said it was for me? Then I better listen carefully."

Beatrice turned around and looked at Nyasia, her gaze slowly falling on her hand. "Nyasia, you didn't like camellias, did you? That's why Ms. Moreno couldn't reach an agreement but with you before, because everyone misunderstood. Camellia Manor was not beloved to you, rather a trophy."

"Oh?" Nyasia's expression changed, the smile fading from her voice as she coldly asked, "What do you mean?"

You wore your camellia ring on your little finger, avoiding all fingers associated with love and affection.

"Ten

years ago, your newlywed husband Zachariah died in a car accident. In fact, there was another person at the scene of the accident, his lover, a woman who loved camellias. She died with a camellia tightly held in her hand, a gift from Zachariah. Even this Camellia Manor was a gift from Zachariah, bought with your money, and now it is your spoils of war."

Saying that, Beatrice approached the burnt garden and suddenly turned her head to look at Nyasia, who had a cold expression.

Then he

softly spoke, "Nyasia,

these

flowers bloomed

exceptionally

well.".

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"Every year, Nyasia would come here and stay for a while, abandoning all her work, living carefree life. I just feel that a woman like you, with such ability and courage, is a pity. You don't like camellias, yet you are trapped in Camellia Manor, just because of a man. It's not worth it." Beatrice clenched her fist and watched as the ashes rose in the air, her nose couldn't help but feel

a bit sour.

It seemed like I smelled the scent of the crematorium.

In the end, everything was not worth it.

Nyasia chuckled, "What a worthless remark, I didn't expect you to have such insight. Well done, well done... it should have been burned long ago. It's a pity for that little fertilizer."

She waved her hand at the butler and said with a relieved tone, "Get rid of it all."

The butler nodded, "Yes."

Nyasia pointed at Beatrice again and laughed, saying, "Give me the design draft within three days. I don't like waiting."

"Okay," Beatrice agreed.

Behind them, Selina and Madelynn were so shocked that they couldn't say a word. They started the fire, so why should Beatrice enjoy the benefits?

Madelynn bit her lip in frustration, even though Beatrice explained the reason for setting the fire, she did not explain the motive behind the lighter.

She could still be said to have had malicious intentions.

Beatrice caught a glimpse of Madelynn's sinister expression and quickly pulled something out of her pocket before Madelynn could start crying in front of everyone.

It turned out to be a lighter.

"There is something I am curious about. I used the lighter I took from the table, so why did Ms. Bradford's lighter end up here?"

Just now, we were all together, and I certainly wouldn't have stolen a lighter in public, would I? Later, I accompanied Selina to the restroom, and Ms. Bradford left to find inspiration. I had even less time to steal a lighter. "So how did the lighter end up here?"

The questioning gaze ultimately fell upon Madelynn and Selina.

Selina reacted quickly and promptly said, "Ms. Bradford, could it be that you accidentally dropped it here when you passed by?"

Madelynn nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it must be like this, I also believe that Beatrice did not steal it." "Oh, I see. It's okay, I don't blame you."

Beatrice smiled generously.

Her smile deeply hurt both of them, but they could only force a smile and swallow their

resentment.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang above my head, and the mountain mist filled the air as the rain poured down.

Everyone hid back in the corridor.

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Niyasia looked at the sky and said, "The weather has changed. It seems that no one can go down the mountain today. You all should stay and leave tomorrow morning when the weather clears up." Beatrice looked at the foggy scene outside, and even though the rain had stopped, no one dared to descend the mountain in this heavy fog.

Everyone could only agree to stay.

Nyasia led everyone to the room.

"Mr. Caden and Ms. Bradford were

"Beatrice, you lived in the room next door."

engaged and naturally lived together."

After finishing the rooms, Nyasia blinked at Beatrice.

Beatrice:"..."

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