"Freya Lawson had been enduring, waiting for the flames to burn even brighter, seeking justice for her mother and herself!" She was about to speak when she heard Adams speak up first.

"Miss Lawson, you may not care about Miss Freya Lawson's reputation, but I Must demand an explanation. Without a thorough investigation of this matter, I, Adams, will not let it rest!" Bruce Lawson was momentarily stunned.

Adams? Who is this man, really? He couldn't recall any scion of a prestigious family who could exude such an imposing presence. Even if Ethan Austin were here, he would still pale in comparison to this individual.

Bruce Lawson had spent many years in the business world and had a keen eye for people. This man, who could publicly release his arm from Bruce Lawson's grip and even issue a menacing threat, was not to be underestimated. It was evident he was no ordinary person.

Cursing Sophie Lawson in his thoughts for getting him involved with such a dangerous figure, Bruce Lawson pondered how to defuse the situation.

Just then, Bradley Austin chimed in again, "I attended this banquet just to make an appearance, but suddenly, your daughter appointed me as her dance partner. Your wife whispered to me that Miss Freya Lawson would serve me well tonight, allowing me to have my way. Mr. Lawson, it seems the Lawson family's standards are quite liberal."

These words elicited gasps of astonishment from the onlookers, and Sophie Lawson's heart sank. As for Freya Lawson, her body trembled slightly.

She sensed a hint of conspiracy in these words. What did he mean by saying she had appointed him as her dance partner? Did this man want to insinuate to everyone that she and Sophie Lawson were colluding and mistreating him together?

They had just reached an agreement moments ago. He was supposed to help her, and she had agreed to a condition. Could it be that he was reneging on their deal?

Freya Lawson felt increasingly uneasy. If Adams decided to expose their collaboration, she would be in deep trouble tonight.

Bruce Lawson's face turned incredibly grim, and he glared furiously at Sophie Lawson, shouting in a frenzy, "Sophie Lawson, you had better explain this clearly! What on earth is going on?"

Sophie Lawson's body quivered, knowing that if she couldn't provide a satisfactory explanation, the situation would be irreparable. She Mustered her strength and stammered, "I did say something like that, but it wasn't to make Freya Lawson do anything inappropriate..."

Before she could continue, a television screen hanging on the wall suddenly lit up, and a video began playing. In the footage, Sophie Lawson and a servant were conversing in a tearoom.

"Add this powder to the water later, after Miss Lawson finishes her dance. Then, bring it over."

"Yes, Madam."

The servant added the powder to the water, and after Freya Lawson finished her performance, she brought it over to Sophie Lawson. Freya Lawson drank it without suspicion. Sophie Lawson then whispered something in her ear.

"Our young Master can come upstairs now. Freya Lawson will take good care of you!"

Boom! At this moment, Sophie Lawson's face turned deathly pale.

A hushed murmur spread through the crowd.

"All this fuss, and it turns out it was a self-staged drama by the Lawson family, intent on persecuting their own daughter."

"Freya Lawson, I've treated you as my own daughter ever since your mother passed away. Why would you frame me like this?" Sophie Lawson hadn't anticipated the situation taking such a turn. She had meticulously planned everything, but in the end, she found herself framed.

Freya Lawson's face assumed an innocent expression, her large bright eyes shimmering with teardrops, making her appear incredibly pitiable.

"Aunt Lawson, I promise to be obedient. Please don't make me eat dog food and live in a doghouse. Please don't burn me with cigarettes or lock me up in the small attic. Freya Lawson is scared of pain; Freya Lawson is scared of the dark..."

As she spoke, Freya Lawson crouched on the ground in fear, curling up like a little animal, softly sobbing.

"I won't make you angry anymore. I'll give everything to my little sister. Please, don't hit me!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Sophie Lawson was so infuriated that her mouth twisted, and she screamed loudly. "I only asked you to share things with your sister, not give everything..."

Bradley Austin stood nearby, silent. However, as he listened to Freya Lawson recount her past experiences, an uncontrollable shiver ran through his body, and his eyes took on a hint of ruthlessness. Even his complexion grew menacing.

He had known that Freya Lawson had a difficult background, but he never imagined she had endured so Munich cruelty and abuse.

His face turned icy, and at that moment, he understood why Freya Lawson had married into the Royal Garden Mansion. Everything she did was a means to an end, a cover for her revenge plan.

"Madam Lawson, your methods are truly remarkable. Treating your stepdaughter in such a manner... If Miss Freya Lawson hadn't chosen me as her dance partner tonight, were you planning to livestream her humiliation and tarnish her reputation?" Bradley Austin's entire being radiated coldness. Now was not the time to reveal his identity, but he vowed that this family would pay a heavy price for their cruelty.

"This is all a misunderstanding. Everyone knows Freya Lawson isn't quite right in the head; she's just talking nonsense. Please, don't take her seriously!" Sophie Lawson hurriedly put on a smile and approached Freya Lawson, trying to soothe her. "Freya Lawson, Auntie loves you the most. How could I ever mistreat you? You can eat freely, but words should be chosen carefully!"

Freya Lawson lifted her head, her eyes moist and pleading, as she looked at the people around her. "I... I didn't lie! On the first day I came home, my little sister made me eat chili sauce, hit me, and called me a fool. She's so mean."

She deliberately played the role of the pitiable victim, exuding an air of genuine fear.

Not far away, Lola Lawson, struck as if by lightning, remained frozen in her spot.

That cursed Freya Lawson, unable to deal with her mother, had now shifted the blame onto her. She heard a chorus of rebukes, all pointing fingers at her.

Freya Lawson's move was truly cunning, not only garnering sympathy from everyone but also indirectly embarrassing both her and her mother.

That damned little wretch, she wasn't as foolish as before; she had become quite shrewd!