Chapter 259

Victoria Langley's words pierced through Sophia Lowell's facade like a dagger.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain.

"You—" Margaret Hill began to retort when Sophia yanked her sleeve.

Victoria curled her lips in disdain. "What's wrong? Scared now?"

A commotion erupted from the audience.

"Impossible!" Nigel Winthrop shot up from his seat, his chair screeching across the floor.

His burning gaze locked onto Sophia, fury blazing in his eyes.

Lydia Montgomery's drink clattered to the ground.

She suddenly remembered Sophia's enigmatic smile whenever the Lowells were mentioned.

"You deceived us all!" someone shouted angrily.

Victoria advanced slowly, her stilettos tapping a menacing rhythm.

"Who gave you the audacity to impersonate a Lowell heiress?"

Vincent Lowell's face turned ashen as he pointed a trembling finger at Sophia. "Do you realize you've endangered the entire family?"

The crowd exploded.

"Those donation records must be fake!"

"Give back my limited-edition bag!"

"Investigate all her financial sources!"

The uproar grew louder. Sophia staggered back two steps.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Victoria smirked and unlocked her phone. "Shall I play your chat logs with those sugar daddies for everyone?"

The final blow landed.

Sophia's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the stage.

Her carefully constructed lies crumbled to dust in that moment.