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Chapter 2: The Footage They Couldn’t Delete

Chapter 2: The Footage They Couldn’t Delete

The ballroom doors burst open before anyone could respond.

Security staff rushed in first, followed by hotel management and two police officers.

“What happened here?” one of them demanded.

My father stepped forward instantly.

“It’s a family misunderstanding,” he said smoothly. “It’s being handled.”

But then the officer saw Sophie in my arms.

The blood.

The cracked expression on her face.

The frozen crowd still standing around us.

“Sir,” the officer said sharply, “that does not look like a misunderstanding.”

Preston forced a laugh.

“She attacked me first—she stole my phone.”

He pointed at Sophie like she was evidence instead of a child.

My mother nodded quickly.

“She has always been difficult.”

The officer raised a hand.

“Enough. We’re reviewing security footage.”

That’s when everything changed.

The hotel manager paled.

“The ballroom cameras
 they’ve already been accessed.”

Preston stiffened.

“What do you mean accessed?”

The manager swallowed.

“By the guest system. It auto-saves to the projection server in the conference hall.”

A heavy silence dropped.

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My father’s confidence flickered for the first time.

“Then show it,” I said.



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