Chapter 4

Celeste's POV

"You're done talking. Now it's my turn. Since you've admitted to it, then come with me to court today. It's about time the misunderstanding was settled."

I grabbed her right on her hand, she struggled to get free while I dragged her out.

"Taking me there will only make your sentence quicker." She said and I paused my tracks.

"Judging from your reaction, I don't think you know it yet," Millie said, a smug look on her face. "I'm getting married to the heir of the Evercrest family. Do you still think anyone in this entire town would dare do anything to me?" She asked.

Although I didn't want to believe it, I knew there was some truth to her words. It had been quite a few days since I had been searching for her whereabouts.

Only a powerful family could have her hidden for so long. "I'll advise you to let me go now and try to find your way around the mess." She said, pointing at the approaching figure.

"The moment he sees me with you, then you are truly doomed. One word from me will send you to jail. Not in two days, right now."

I swallowed hard. I never thought today would end up like this. I took a look at the approaching figure and another at her.

I sighed, letting her go and walking off, ignoring the words she said behind her back.

Although I didn't believe her words, holding her by the hand and taking her to court was really a good idea, I had to figure something else out.

I walked slowly across the city, not taking a cap as I wanted to feel the cool city breeze. Memories of us flashed in my head as I strode down the street. I could have sworn Millie wouldn't even say a bad word to me but here I am.

I coughed, feeling my throat tighten. My phone rang and I sniffed, cleaning the tear that had threatened to fall.

"Did you find her?" Yuna asked, but I couldn't respond. What should I tell her? That Millie remained unremorseful and even threatened to send me to jail.

I gritted my teeth, about to speak when Yuna spoke over me. "I've seen the news, she's getting married into one influential family, I'm afraid we can't do anything about her again." She said and I gasped.

"What?" I hadn't really believed Millie's words from back there but hearing Yuna's words confirmed it.

"Are you sure?" I asked the obvious question. I knew how those families operated. They would never let anyone touch one of their own, and today, Millie had become exactly that.

I took a deep breath, my hand dropping slowly, not ready to hear Yuna's words again. A tear threatened to fall but I held it in.

Why should she have the right to run free while I would stay locked up? Why wouldn't I be able to bring her to justice when I have evidence of her crimes? Just because she clung to some heir, would my company be left in shambles?

I shook my head, unwilling to accept my fate. An idea struck me. Millie couldn't have told the family about her misdeeds.

A smile broke out on my face. How about I do her a favour?

***

"Are you sure that Heather Evercrest will be here today?" I asked Yuna, staring at the long line in front of me.

"Yes. It's a party held for them, she has to be there." She reassured me, and I breathed out heavily, calming myself.

The check looked more strict than the last place I had gone to. I don't think I would have such a smooth entry. Still, I tried my best to hide among the crowd, keeping myself away from their gazes.

But as the line moved, I heard the whispers of the people present.

"The exclusive guests don't have to pass through this line." The speaker shook his head.

"I'm afraid they don't even need our presence there." Another said, and I gulped hard.

It all made sense why there was a line. This was the place for people they had invited out of courtesy.

I grumbled under my breath but kept moving. I had to enter this room today, the guard's deep voice soon snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You can't bring anyone else. Only one person is allowed in with this invitation." He said, and I blinked hard. I stared at the commotion while trying my best to stay hidden.

The man who held his supposed wife by her waist had his face twisted with anger. He looked at his wife's face, reluctant but rather than sending her off. He glared at the guard at the door.

"Move, I want to go in." He said, like he hadn't heard the guards' earlier words.

"If you want to use force, then I'll comply." He said, signalling to his colleague. His colleague moved forward, ready to throw them out of there.

"I'll let her leave." He spoke quickly seeing the huge figure approaching.

He bid his wife farewell and walked in with a grumble. I stared at the scene in horror, my plan couldn't work.

I stumbled out of the line, walking around the venue for a while but I couldn't find another entrance. There was no door reserved for the exclusive guests.

I squinted. Were they all already inside? I asked myself.

"I have to get in no matter what," I said to myself, I wore a weary expression as I returned to the line.

I copied the steps of the high-end clients I had talked with, walking in a way that wouldn't blow my cover.

I stepped in front of the security but I didn't even say a word to him, I just attempted to pass through. I smiled, thinking my trick had worked but the guard pulled me back.

"Where do you think you are going?" I gave him an undercondensed look and turned.

"I just received some bad news. I don't have time to talk to you." I said attempting to walk in but this time he stood right in front.

He sneered, "Do you think an act could get you inside?”