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    Before he could finish, Sallie shook with fear.


    “I have an old score to settle with Sheryl. I did this just for revenge. Nora’s injury was an ident.”


    Sallie’s eyes darted around as she spoke, making it obvious she was lying.


    “I didn’t expect Nora to go on stage early. By then, it was toote to stop her!”


    Sallie believed her act was wless, her words beyond reproach, convinced that she would sway her audience.


    “Nora, please, let me go,” she pleaded earnestly—the only truthful words she spoke. Yet, her poor deception skills meant that nobody was convinced.


    Phillip’s response was swift and chilling. He seized her by the neck, lifting her off the ground. His eyes were icy as he spoke. “It seems you don’t appreciate this opportunity.”


    From the sidelines, the organizer protested vehemently, “Lynching is illegal! Sir, please put Sallie down immediately.” Struggling for breath, Sallie’s face flushed a deep red. She wed at his grip, but it was futile. She gasped for help, her voice barely a whisper. “Help… help…”


    However, her pleas fell on deaf ears, particrly with Amy, who seemed inclined to teach Sallie a lesson personally.


    Meanwhile, Nora felt a sharp pain in her finger, a sudden, rming urge to end Sallie herself surfacing. She was shocked by her own violent impulse.


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    As Sallie’s eyes rolled back, Phillip finally released her. He watched coldly as she copsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. His tone was stern. “You know I’m not joking. This is yourst chance.”


    “I-I’ll tell you everything,” Sallie managed to stammer between breaths, shaken by the suffocation. “It was Cade Newman—he instructed me to do it.”


    The organizer’s demeanor shifted instantly to one of apprehension.


    Sean’s voice cut through the tension, cold and direct. “Why would he ask you to do that?”


    “He paid me to put des in the piano. I did it for the money. I don’t understand it myself,” Sallie confessed, her previous tale of revenge against Sheryl dissolving into a mere fabrication. “He only asked me to ce the des. I don’t know his reasons,” she insisted, her voice trembling with fear.


    Indeed, thepetition order had been abruptly changedst minute—could Cade have anticipated that?


    “I’m telling the truth. Please, don’t call the police.”


    As Sallie pleaded, the police arrived, escorting a screaming Sallie out the door.


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