“I know you’re scared for your family. But if you tell me the name so I can confirm my doubt, I’ll be able to stop him. If you continue fearing him, I don’t know how many people will suffer because of him, just like you and Sierra.” I prayed in my head for her to understand my points. She could be a great help to expose Arthur if she agreed. “Sierra is in danger, and there’s no one who can protect her. He needs to be stopped. Please, Liza. Just give me the name.”

Tears fell down her face as she shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Sierra must be strong enough not to succumb to his threats. She’s my friend and I want to help her. But I can’t. I can’t put my family at risk.”

“He won’t know if you say anything. Nobody will tell him!”

She held my gaze. “If he even gets a sniff of you knowing his secret, he’ll come after me first, Em. And then… he’ll go after you.”

A shiver ran down my spine. But I didn’t let the fear show on my face and held my ground.

“He won’t. I’m Emerald Hutton. He can’t threaten me. You don’t worry about me. And you’re here in jail. He can’t harm you, either. Your family is also safe. Why can’t you just tell me the name?”

I sighed when she kept quiet.

I had to get something out of her.

“All right. Don’t say the name. Just answer me one question.” I took a deep breath. “Is it Arthur?”

Her hands balled into fists, her whole body tensed at the name. With tears shining in her eyes when she averted her gaze, I got my answer.

The enemy of the house was Arthur, indeed.

FIFTY-THREE: DUNCAN DE SYLVANO

That freaking back stabber! How could he betray his own nephew like that? He joined hands with Antonio for what? To defame his own family? What would he gain if Valencian Corp’s reputation ruined in the market? Wouldn’t it harm his bank balance, too?

I knew he was not what he showed the world. But today, after talking to Liza, I found out what a snake he was. Winning Ace’s trust, he was now trying to stab him in the back while remaining in the shadow.

And Ace had no idea about this. I had to tell him. But I didn’t know how to start this conversation. I knew what the truth was, but I didn’t have any physical proof to show him. Will he believe my words?

I halted, seeing a certain person I hated with everything in me. Red freaking witch!

Before the conference room, she was talking and giggling with Matt, batting her fake eyelashes. And she wore another red dress today.