Lark and Jam's faces changed. They looked at each other. No way. They had no phone or text records of this matter, and the medicine had been dealt with. How could Lucia have the confidence to say evidence?

She must have been alarmist.

Lark slumped in her chair, heartbroken, and rebuked Lucia, "Lucia, at what time are you lying? I don't have a daughter like you."

Jam gave her a contemptuous look. "Lucia, I think you know your lie is going to be exposed and you must be desperate. In fact, I can't bear to see you burdened with such a crime at such a young age. Well, you admit your mistake and I won't blame you anymore, okay?"

Evidence? It wasn't the first time he had done this. Before, there were fearless models who took her to the police station and the court, but so what? Not only was he acquitted, but he also took revenge by killing her entire family.

What can a lone and helpless little actor do?

Not only them, but even the police shook their heads helplessly. The obvious truth became confusing because of Lark's testimony, and there were no witnesses at the scene. If they wanted to prove Lucia, they would have to...

Those two people blew themselves up.

But it's clearly a fantasy. The little girl is doomed to lose, and she may even be retaliated against as soon as she steps out of the door, and her life will be full of difficulties from then on.

"Miss Lucia, look..." Or withdraw the case.

The police are helpless. They really feel sorry for the little girl, but they are powerless in the face of such injustice and can only let her swallow it.

An egg won't hit a stone without conclusive evidence.

Only one person didn't think so. Steven stood calmly behind Lucia, looking cold and indifferent as if he were detached from the world, or perhaps he could get away unscathed no matter what the outcome was.

Years of intuition told him that Lucia was not so easy to be knocked down, and if she said it was, it must be.

Lucia gave a faint glance, her clear eyes shining as they tightened their hearts, "Evidence... Isn't it jamming you to keep it? Just open your leather bag and you'll see... A pinhole camera, what's recorded is crystal clear."

Jam has always had a fondness for video recording that satisfies his little-known bad taste and can also control timid and thin-skinned girls with it.

In his previous life, he was expelled from school and criticized by passers-by, all thanks to Jam Videos.

Unexpectedly, the source of her pain from her previous life has now become absolute evidence of her tripping Jam.

Because the video has their conversation and evidence of her resistance to the death.

Jam's face turned deathly pale, her panicked mind went blank, and she almost turned her back.

What does it mean to pick up a stone and shoot yourself in the foot? What does it mean not to kill yourself?

There's not just Lucia in this video, but other women... And all the evidence of his crimes.

Thinking of this, Jam had suicidal thoughts.

Lark was also extremely panicked. Her originally crying cheeks finally showed a hint of cracking. How did she know about the camera?

No way! Jam and herself have never told anyone about such a secret thing. Why? Why?

The policeman, seeing the two men looking strangely ugly, understood and looked at Lucia with more admiration. "Please open the bag."

So Miss Xia's trick is here? Wow, wow, a situation that was supposed to have no chance of winning was completely won because of a tiny camera.

The police did find a camera that was so small that it was hard to spot without a close look, but when plugged into a computer, it contained an abundance of content.

Jam wished he could tear Lucia to pieces, thinking he must have been jumped by a fairy, otherwise how could this woman know he had a pinhole camera and be so determined to report him.

Lark, Lark, could it be a conspiracy between mother and daughter?

Jam knew he couldn't escape, so he quickly took out his phone and sent a text message, then looked Lucia in a sinister eye.

She didn't really think that a camera could trip her up.

Too young, do you know who he is? I have someone.

The police chief was collecting evidence when a call came in, and his face immediately turned pale when he answered it.

Jam suddenly smiled, gave Steven and Lucia a provocative stab in the eyes, and then pretended to walk up to them and speak disdainfully.

"Don't be too wild, young man. You know there are some people that you, the lower class, can't afford to mess with."

Steven was as cold as ever, and a sneer burst out from his handsome face, probably the best joke he had ever heard in his life.

How could there be someone in this world that he wouldn't dare to provoke? Is he the heir of the House of Grant or the bottom of society?

Steven merely moved his finger, and this move caught Alan, who was standing not far away. He immediately understood the president's mind and made a quick call.

The policeman walked up to the four people, feeling as if a heavy stone had settled in his heart. Just as he opened his mouth, before he could say a word, suddenly the chief ran in.

"Who is Jam?" he said in a flustered manner.

Jam laughed, "Me." He straightened his shirt, walked over calmly, and was about to shake hands and treat him to a meal later or something.

But the director shook off his hand in disgust and said with righteous words, "Arrest him, this scumbag. He won't come out until the bottom of the prison is worn out."

Jam's laughter froze on his face, still wondering if he had misheard. Soon, two police officers emerged and took him away.

Without even time to leave a last word, it was completely over.

When Lark saw that Jam had been taken away, she was so frightened that she lost her soul. Before the police could take her away, she grabbed Lucia's hands and wept, "Lucia, I'm mother, you can't do this to me."

No, you're Faye's mother.

"Didn't mom say there was no daughter like me?"

Seeing that Lucia was not moved at all, Lark cried even harder, "Just now it was an angry remark, Mom was afraid you would offend Jam, our little family can't afford to provoke..."

"Isn't it now that I've provoked?" Lucia looked down at her.

Lark looked up in a daze. Was this still the Lucia who did everything to herself and could be manipulated at will?

She did nothing but take a casual look at herself, but there was an air of nobility in every frown and smile, like a true lady of a noble family. But after looking at her for a long time, it seemed that she was more than that, composed and elegant, intelligent and cunning. Her original nine-tenths appearance, combined with her transparent demeanor, made Lark feel a sense of awe and admiration.

Lark hated Lucia so much that the more excellent she was, the more he wanted to suppress her. For Lark, the noble Lucia was conclusive evidence that she had lost to her best friend.

No, the real lady is her daughter Faye. Their lives have been swapped, and Lucia will never be a true heiress.

And she would never allow Lucia to be beyond Faye.