The Supreme Banquet Hall of the E Hotel was dead quiet, the slap from Carter still echoing off the gold-trimmed walls. Vanessa stood clutching her cheek, her black dress slightly torn because she had ripped her dress while chasing after Mr. Carter.The Cross family manager, Carter, was on his knees before John Cross, stammering apologies for letting Vanessa barge in. John’s cane tapped the floor, his face like thunder. The crowd held their breath, phones catching every second of Vanessa’s meltdown.Carter’s voice cut through, sharp and pissed. “You think she’s a fraudster?” he snapped, pointing at Helen, who stood calmly. “That’s the eldest miss of the Cross family! You’re out of your damn mind! Do you know what you have just done? It is called false allegation. Be grateful Miss Helen did not kick your ass in jail for this.”Vanessa’s jaw dropped, her hand falling from her cheek. Helen? The Cross family’s princess? Her mind reeled, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking into place