Riya's body went cold. Fear eclipsed her arrogance.
She had been so certain, so confident that her every move had been invisible. She had thought she had successfully slipped past the cameras. Yet Nathaniel had somehow managed to find her involvement with this incident.
She couldn't help but wonder if there were other hidden cameras in the hall that she had not known about. The thought stabbed through her skull, sending panic flooding her veins. Her gaze flickered toward the phone, willing to snatch it and delete the footage.
"Nathaniel, listen to me." The words tumbled out in desperation. "That video must be fabricated. Someone is trying to frame me."
But Nathaniel didn't listen to her. "You even had connections with Jaxon—the man who once kidnapped Zara," he hissed, his mouth curling in disgust.
Riya jolted upright so violently that the chair scraped against the floor. The sharp gasp that tore from her chest at the mention of Jaxon.
