Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 402 'The screen flickered, and a video began to play. But the next second, the smile froze on Gabriella's face. She panicked as she rushed forward, trying to block the screen. " Don't watch that. No one's allowed to watch!" "How could this happen?" Gabriella lunged toward the reporters , trying to block their cameras. "Stop filming! Stop taking pictures!" This wasn't what she had prepared. What she had planned to show was that fat slob's ridiculous dance video.

She had wanted to expose Jane's clumsy movements that were so utterly ridiculous, with even the outline of her underwear showing through. She had found it in Lucas' encrypted photo album. Gabriella wanted to expose that daughter-in-law her grandparents adored, so why had the video on the screen become one of her instead? She stared in horror at the giant screen as every camera swung toward her. Those same cameras that she had once basked in, reveling in stardom, now looked like muzzles pointing at her. They seemed like blades pointed right at her, poised to strike.

The flashes burst wildly, capturing every frantic, broken trace on her face. ---- "Who's that girl? She looks so familiar. Don't tell me it's Gabriella?" "What's she doing? Is she stealing? She's rifling through someone else's desk!" "There's no one else in the classroom. She's really stealing!" "There's no way. Why would the heiress of the Grant family steal money?" "Look at her sneaking around. If it's not stealing, then what else could she be doing? See, she pulled out a fat envelope from the desk." "That envelope's so thick, it must be stuffed with cash!" "I didn't!

I didn't steal anything!" Gabriella shrieked hoarsely. "I'm not a thief! I'm not!" The flood of voices came from all directions , drowning her. Gabriella seemed to have been dealt a huge blow. She frantically shouted that she wasn't a thief. As she shouted, she covered her eyes, not daring to look at the screen again. "It's not me!" Half the guests had already left, but those who remained were the elite families of Slate City. Out of courtesy to the Grant family, none of them had openly gossiped about the scandal earlier.

They had chosen to keep quiet about the groom's misstep, as well as the two women fighting each other. However, with the video projected in plain sight, there was no ---- denying what they saw. On screen, a seventeen or eighteen -year -old Gabriella was glancing around guiltily in an empty classroom. She couldn't hide her expression as she moved to another student's desk and pulled out a thick envelope. She even opened it for a look as her eyes darted around guiltily. The reporters were practically pressing their cameras into Gabriella's face.

That single theft video spread across the internet within moments. Gabriella grabbed a chair and hurled it at the screen. The million-dollar screen broke, cutting the video short, but the damage was done. 'The 54~second-long clip had already looped several times. And now, the screen had an ugly rip, frozen ina single frame. Gabriella was clutching a wad of envelopes. There was a cruel, triumphant smile tugging at her lips as she prepared to stuff it into her bag. The broken screen froze her in that damning moment. Suddenly, someone called out, "Mr. Grant Sr.

is here." 'The buzzing whispers immediately dwindled. After all, everyone present had come for Gabriella's engagement party. Was there anyone in Slate City who would dare to disrespect Nicholas? Nicholas stepped into the hall, dressed in a suit. At 73 years old, he was lean but still stood tall and straight. For the ---- occasion , he wore a red ruby brooch that Martha had given him, along with a thumb ring on his left hand. Asense of unshakeable authority radiated from him as he walked to the center of the hall. His eyes swept over the woman collapsed on the ground in her wedding dress.

She was utterly disheveled as she soullessly mumbled again and again that she wasn'ta thief. It was his granddaughter, Gabriella. The media instinctively took a step back, cowed by the weight of Nicholas' silent authority. However, their lenses still remained trained on him.