Chapter 152

"Not you?" Queenie frowned. "Then, who could it be?" She clearly didn't believe me. I patiently explained, "If I wanted to pass you a message, I could have simply approached you directly. Why would I need to find someone to do that?" Queenie's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "If it wasn't you, then why did the messenger specifically mention your name?" Her words left me speechless. How would I know why my name was mentioned? Wasn't this an obvious attempt to throw dirt on me and make me the scapegoat? But now, I found myself unable to provide any strong evidence to prove my innocence. I felt quite helpless. After all, nobody would tolerate someone who leaked others' privacy, especially among this group of playful scions. Queenie's words had already changed the way they looked at me. Their gazes now held skepticism. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. My gaze instinctively landed on the man sitting diagonally opposite—Bruce. His calm demeanor remained unchanged.