"South Grant!" Felicity Grant’s previous look of horror disappeared as she now called out South Grant’s name with full confidence.

"You’re pretending to be Fiona Grant, sneaking here in the middle of the night. What is your intention?"

South Grant looked at her and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, "It’s obvious I have a plan to trap you. I didn’t expect you’d see yourself as a tree, jumping right into the pit I dug for you. Dig a pit, cover it with dirt, yet I didn’t think you’d be such an idiot. Not burying you is an insult to your intelligence."

Faced with South Grant’s humiliation, Felicity Grant was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with anger.

She realized that what she had just said was overheard by South Grant.

If this matter spread, she’d become an accomplice to Marcus Shaw. This fire hurt several people and one person died.

If investigated, the responsibility would be heavy. Marcus Shaw wouldn’t escape, and she’d be implicated as well.

Felicity Grant’s mind was racing, but then she remembered the auditorium didn’t have surveillance. Even if South Grant knew, as long as she didn’t admit it, what could he do to her? In the end, he couldn’t produce evidence.

"South Grant, you’re pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night to scare me. I should demand compensation for emotional distress! What did I say? Do you have evidence? Let me tell you, it’s not that easy to frame me!"

South Grant didn’t waste words with her, pulling out a recorder from his hand and playing back Felicity Grant’s words, word for word.

The more Felicity listened, the paler she became until she finally leaned weakly against a tree behind her.

"Felicity Grant, what do you think will happen if I take this recording to the police?"

Seeing Felicity Grant remain silent, South Grant took two steps forward, crouched in front of her, and stared into her eyes, trying to break her defenses.

"You’ll be found guilty along with Marcus Shaw. You two conspired to start that fire. You’ll be sentenced. Do you know what it’s like in prison? I can tell you; it’s filled with all kinds of criminals. There are gang leaders from the streets, nightclub hostesses caught for solicitation, even vicious female drug offenders. None of them are easy to deal with. If you can’t assert yourself when you enter, you might become their slave from day one, at their beck and call..."

Felicity Grant knew nothing of the darkness inside prisons.

She had never experienced or encountered it. South Grant’s words painted that picture for her.

It was as if she saw herself in the uniform of the inmates, carrying a basin of foot water to wash the feet of the female gang leaders, surrounded by pointing fingers and laughter.

"No!!!" Felicity Grant screamed from the depths of her lungs.

That was precisely the reaction South Grant wanted, and then swiftly changed the topic:

"There’s another way. I can protect you."

Felicity Grant, as if seeing a ray of light in the darkness, looked at South Grant and listened to the plan.

"You come forward to testify against Marcus Shaw, saying he set the fire. When you came backstage, you saw it, but due to fear, you didn’t dare to speak up until now, fearing retaliation. But Marcus Shaw found out and threatened you to meet him here in the grove tonight, leaving you no other choice."

Felicity Grant listened to South Grant, a bit puzzled as to why they would say this.

"But Marcus Shaw will surely drag me down with him." This was Felicity Grant’s concern.

"He won’t. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to speak. When you call the police, tell them Marcus Shaw tried to assault you here, and in self-defense, you accidentally injured him severely. The police won’t hold you accountable. Marcus Shaw won’t be able to identify you as his accomplice to the police for at least a week. Once a week passes, I’ll have ways to keep him quiet."