At Bellamy Couture, people were gathered in the boardroom, looking so stern.

It was like they wanted to pass judgement on someone.

Roxanne was at the table, sitting with her back straight.

She was calm and composed.

But she was troubled inside.

She had just been accused again.

And she could feel the weight of the moment weighing on her mind heavily.

Sitting across from her was a group of executives, who were talking in low voices among themselves.

They have a doubtful look on ...