Devilish secretary - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Chapter 223 Argument (2)
“If you don’t believe me, I have proof…” Sienna said, her voice trembling just the right amount, as if she was the victim. She quickly pulled out her phone and tapped on a video file.

Everyone leaned forward instinctively as the audio echoed across the room.

“Stay away from Liam! He is mine… he just likes you now… but if you go away, he will like me! And if you don’t go away, I will kill you!”

The voice… it sounded exactly like Hannah’s.

Liam’s face slowly turned unreadable, his jaw tightening as he looked at Hannah. She froze. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“I—No… I didn’t say that!” she stammered, her hands shaking as she took a step back. “I never said that!”

But no one spoke. The silence after the recording was like a blade.

“Sir, please believe me, I swear I didn’t say that!” Hannah turned to Liam, her eyes filled with panic, reaching to hold his arm but he pulled slightly away. He looked disappointed. Cold. Silent.

And just then—

A soft sound.

Lilith cleared her throat.

Everyone turned instantly.

She stood at the door like a vision, long legs, cool gaze, and the type of smirk that made Sienna’s heart stop. Alexander, who stood nearby, immediately softened the moment he saw her.

Just this morning she was wrapped around him like a kitten, making him lose cantrol with her teasing. Now she was fire.

Sienna’s body went stiff.

“You’re… you’re still alive…” she whispered, her voice so low only the closest ones heard. Her skin lost all color. Her spine straightened out of pure survival instinct. This wasn’t just a rival… this was death in heels.

Lilith tilted her head and gave a small smile. “Happy to see me?” she asked sweetly, walking in with the slow elegance of a queen returning to her throne. Her eyes grazed over Sienna before looking at Hannah, who stood still, crushed by the weight of false accusations.

Lilith turned her attention back to Sienna..no anger, no rage. Just quiet, spine-chilling calmness. Like she already knew what was coming.

Without a word, she stepped forward and elegantly plucked the phone from Sienna’s trembling hand.

“Excuse me,” Lilith said gently, turning her head toward Alexander. “Laptop.”

Alexander, who hadn’t even blinked since she arrived, immediately stepped forward, pulled out his laptop from his bag, and handed it to her. Everyone watched in stunned silence.

Lilith placed the laptop on the center desk, opened it, and connected the phone.

Her fingers moved swiftly. Within seconds, a voice analysis program was running. A black screen with code. Patterns. Waveforms. Her eyes focused as she spoke.

“Fake recordings usually leave traces. Background layering, audio stretching, breath inconsistency. Let’s find out.”

Click.

VOICE MATCH: 67% – Manipulated

Spliced Audio Detected

Layered Static: 3 tracks.

Lilith turned the screen for everyone to see. Her smile never reached her eyes. “It’s cute you thought you could use AI to frame someone,” she said softly, her voice silken and sharp like poisoned honey.

Sienna looked like someone had slapped her. Her mouth fell open, eyes widened, and she slowly took a step back.

Lilith turned toward Hannah.

“You can lift your head now. You’re not the liar in this room.”

Hannah’s eyes filled with tears. Her knees nearly gave out, but she held herself together.

Then Lilith walked to Liam and stood in front of him. “She trusted you. And yet… you didn’t even hesitate to doubt her,” she whispered.

He had no words. Guilt flooded his eyes.

And finally, she turned toward Sienna.

Their eyes met.

Lilith walked closer…until they were just a breath apart.

Then she leaned slightly and whispered with a grin, “Next time… pick a better hobby than framing people.”

She handed Sienna’s phone back like handing trash to a servant, turned on her heel, and walked back to her seat beside Alexander, who was looking at her like she was the most beautiful hurricane he’s ever seen.

And not a single person in the room dared to breathe wrong.

Hannah’s eyes shimmered with tears she refused to shed. She pressed her lips into a thin line and without saying a word, turned around and walked away..her heels clicking against the floor, her back straight like she was holding every last piece of her dignity together.

She didn’t wait for Liam. Not anymore.

“Hannah! Wait…!” Liam’s voice rang out behind her as he rushed after her, but she didn’t stop.

Everyone in the room felt the tension snap like a string pulled too tight.

Sienna stood there frozen.

This…this was just like those romantic dramas she watched. The heartbroken girl walks away, and the male lead follows her and then…a kiss. A confession. A turning point.

No.

Sienna’s heart began to race.

If Liam comforted her like that… if he kissed her… if he really fell for that ordinary-looking girl, then everything she worked for would be ruined. She couldn’t let it happen.

Her high heels clicked once as she stepped forward to chase them.

But her gaze flicked to her left.

Alexander was still standing silently… but Lilith, who standing beside him so casually, so composed.

Her delicate fingers reached out and plucked a pen from the silver pen holder on Alexander’s desk. She held it up, examining it like it was a sword, not a pen.

And then…

Click.

She removed the cap with a quiet snap, and tilted her head, looking at the pen’s sharp end.

Her eyes slowly lifted to meet Sienna’s.

Expression unreadable. Gaze like frost-covered flames. And a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Sienna’s throat tightened.

Her legs trembled just slightly.

Lilith didn’t need to speak. The message was clear.

One move, Sienna. Just one. And I’ll bury you in ways your little brain can’t imagine.

The blood drained from Sienna’s face.

“I-I should tell Grandma Bria what happened…” she muttered under her breath and practically ran out of the office.

Lilith twirled the pen between her fingers before capping it again.

Alexander let out a slow breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“…That’s my queen,” he muttered under his breath, and beside him, Lilith smiled slightly, tossing the pen back into the holder like a knife she no longer needed.