Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 448
Sliva said, “Because of this, anyone who manages to buy a piece for themselves would never consider
reselling it. I’m sure you must’ve felt you were being lied to when told this was a genuine product.
“I’m also certain Ms. Alexa wouldn’t sell any of her creations to you even if you gave her all the money in
the world.”
Sliva’s gaze showed a dark, cunning air before she added, “You are far from qualified to be able to obtain
one, in any respect.”
“You... You!” Sophia cried, eyes bugging out from her face, but she couldn’t find the words.
The guests were on Sliva’s side on this one.
Sophia had caused trouble countless times by now, her reputation in Solana City on a needle’s edge. If it
weren’t for her husband, Javier Beckett, she wouldn’t have been able to stick around any longer.
It was all the more infuriating that someone who was debased and shameless as Sophia was calling for
justice to be done.
“Besides,” Sliva said, turning to Betty, “Can you confidently say you had no clue that this product was a
counterfeit, Ms. Betty?”
Betty tried her best to stand up for herself. “O-Of course I can! I have no reason to buy a fake! I have the
money!”
“I doubt it,” Alyssa snorted.
The crowd was stunned. What did Alyssa mean by this?
Jasper glanced at her as well. The sheer brightness of her smile ignited a fiery sensation in his heart.

So, she had set up this entire chess game from the start.
“What do you mean by that? Are you going to accuse my daughter again?” Sophia cried, hugging her
daughter and quivering as if they were the victims.
Sliva ignored her and said to Betty, “I’m sure you still recall who you sought out to make this fake.”
There was no way Betty was going to respond to her. She’d be digging her own grave otherwise.
“No? Well, let me refresh your memory then.”
The big screen onstage suddenly displayed a live video feed of a foreign man.
“Good evening. Tyson.” Sliva grinned at him.
“Hi, Sliva. And... Madam.” Tyler waved bashfully.
“Your work is as impressive as ever,” Alyssa praised, not the least bit upset at him. “I knew this necklace.
was your creation the instant I saw it.”
Betty’s vision swam. If it weren’t for her mother clutching her, she would have buckled onto the floor by
ΠΟΥ.
Tyson sighed, looking guilty. He then held out an invoice against the camera for all to see.
“I was commissioned to counterfeit Madam Alexa’s creation, Lacrima Dei. You’ll be able to see who
commissioned me right on this document here,” said Tyson.
All cameras zoomed into the screen, getting all the footage they could. At the bottom corner of the
invoice, two words were written clear as day: Betty Beckett.
Sophia flinched, hurriedly asking Betty, “What is this? Why is your name written there? Didn’t you say Zoe
was the one who commissioned him?”

Betty nearly burst into tears. “She-She s-set me up, Mom!”