  &quot;You mean we can just dust for fingerprints? That's it?&quot; Isabelle thought Braylee was trying to get herself off the hook. What if she wore gloves when she was stealing?
      &quot;Ms. Moore, you can also check the surveillance tape on the corridor to see if I have disposed of anything, like gloves,&quot; Braylee added as though she could read Isabelle's mind.
      Even though her words had dispelled Isabelle's suspicion, the latter was still hoping to find fault with her because she was jealous of Cara backing her up. Without wasting more time, she called the security guards over and gave an order, &quot;Check the surveillance tape!&quot; She was determined to find evidence to prove Braylee was the thief.
      At this point, the dispute had spiraled out of control.
      As they were waiting for the result, Cara was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, savoring his 

  She shot a death glare at Braylee before leaving the banquet without a word.
      In the meantime, Alfred led Braylee and Cara to his private lounge.
      &quot;Alfred, this is a present from Mercede. She wished you a happy birthday.&quot; Braylee handed the gift over to Alfred. Actually, today was not only an ordinary banquet but Alfred's birthday banquet. She was one of the few who knew it was his birthday.
      &quot;Please pass on my thanks to her and send her my regards.&quot; Alfred unwrapped the gift in front of Braylee. It was a Brown Betty teapot handmade by Mercede. Although it was not of great value, he couldn't help but let out a heartfelt smile when his eyes met Mercede's signature engraved at the bottom of the teapot.
      He put the gift aside and turned to face Cara, picking up their conversation interrupted by the commotion just now. &quot;Cara, as you can see, I a

  The crowd fell into silence at his presence.
      Fixing his eyes on the helpless Braylee standing alone in the middle of the crowd, Cara pursed his lips while making his way toward her.
      However, the crowd mistook that Cara was here for Adley since the latter was standing somewhere near Braylee. As the people made way for him, Adley held her head high, waiting anticipatingly for him to come up to her.
      To everyone's surprise, he stopped in front of Braylee. &quot;Ms. Ryan, I never thought we would meet again.&quot; Last time, although she was gone by the time Silas returned to the hospital, the latter managed to learn her name from the nurse.
      Everyone gasped when they saw Cara talking to Braylee. This lady knows Cara Nikolai! And she has the surname 'Ryan'!
      Braylee, too, was surprised by the fact that Cara actually knew of her surname, but she projected a calm f

&quot;You mean we can just dust for fingerprints? That's it?&quot; Isabelle thought Braylee was trying to get herself off the hook. What if she wore gloves when she was stealing?
      &quot;Ms. Moore, you can also check the surveillance tape on the corridor to see if I have disposed of anything, like gloves,&quot; Braylee added as though she could read Isabelle's mind.
      Even though her words had dispelled Isabelle's suspicion, the latter was still hoping to find fault with her because she was jealous of Cara backing her up. Without wasting more time, she called the security guards over and gave an order, &quot;Check the surveillance tape!&quot; She was determined to find evidence to prove Braylee was the thief.
      At this point, the dispute had spiraled out of control.
      As they were waiting for the result, Cara was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, savoring his wine. He shifted his gaze to Braylee, who was standing not far away, as he took another sip of his

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