The maid carried the silver tray down the staircase exactly as she had claimed. Then everyone saw it. Her heel caught the edge of her own dress.
The grand ballroom plunged into silence.
A wave of security personnel surged toward the staircase, instantly surrounding the area.
The young man in the blue tuxedo—now revealed as the host’s son—stepped forward, his expression turning cold.
“Lock down the mansion,” he ordered. “No one leaves.”
The command cut through the room like a blade.
Within seconds, a security officer accessed the mansion’s internal surveillance system. A large monitor flickered to life.
Every eye turned toward the screen.
The footage began to roll.
The maid appeared at the top of the staircase, carrying a silver tray.
She descended carefully.
One step.
Two steps.
Then the tray suddenly tilted.
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Her footing slipped.
And in the next instant, the truth everyone had been arguing about unfolded before the entire ballroom.
