Stole a Diamond? I Sent You to Jail
Chapter 1
The magnificent fifty-million-dollar pink diamond, crafted by Smith Group, vanished without a trace during its launch event.
Chloe, my subordinate whom I'd personally mentored, wailed hysterically into the cameras of a hundred media outlets: "Eleanor, that's the lifeblood of Smith Group! Even if you desperately need money for your mother's medical treatment, you can't steal it!"
Ethan, the Smith Group CEO I had loved for five years, publicly threw out a fabricated surveillance screenshot, captioned: "Mistaking garbage for gold is the biggest stain on my life, Ethan Smith."
Overnight, I became a notorious thief, public enemy number one across the entire internet.
My mother's intensive care ward was violently kicked open by influencers, and my brother, Leo, who has Asperger's, was forced to drink dirty water from a toilet.
Everyone demanded that I pay for my crimes with my life.
Ethan's bodyguards cornered me at the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge.
The entire internet celebrated: "Jump! You deserve to die!"
But three days later, when Chloe, at her lavish engagement party, flaunted that same pink diamond to the world, dozens of police cruisers roared to a halt, completely encircling the entire ballroom.
Did they really think I was just some pushover all these years?