Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 362: Hannah Playing the Victim

Chapter 362: Hannah Playing the Victim

Amanda frowned, ready to speak up for Ella, but Ella gave her a look. "Amanda, why don’t you go chat with the directors for a bit?"

Reluctantly, Amanda nodded. She hated seeing her idol treated like this and wanted nothing more than to slap that fake "innocent" look off Hannah’s face.

Ella spoke calmly, "Sister, after such a long illness, it’s understandable your memories are muddled. I don’t intend to dwell on the past or revisit what happened at that event years ago."

Immediately, murmurs rippled through the crowd, recalling that night long ago, when Robert was still alive, and Brianna had not yet gone to prison. During that gala, Hannah had chased and struck Ella, ruining her own image.

There had never been any rumors of Ella mistreating Hannah, and the crowd couldn’t help but sneer at Hannah’s apparent scheming. Was this innocent act meant to deceive?

Of course, it was. She needed Logan’s sympathy, and with the Miller family backing her, she wanted to appear vulnerable.

Logan, well aware of Hannah’s past, narrowed his eyes and said icily, "Miss Davis! Show some respect! How unbecoming of Mrs. Nelson to tear open someone else’s wounds and rub salt in them."

Hannah’s eight bodyguards glared at Ella, seemingly ready to intervene at any moment.

"Enough!" A cold voice cut through the tension.

The crowd turned to see a man striding confidently toward them in a perfectly tailored suit, his face hard and icy, with a glare so fierce that reporters hesitated to even snap photos, fearing to provoke him.

Eric reached Ella’s side, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Mr. Scott, your logic is laughable. Did you lose half your mind? That incident was clearly *Ella’s* wound. In front of the whole city, she was humiliated, chased, and beaten by Hannah. Yet you have the nerve to call it Hannah’s wound?"

The crowd broke into laughter, and even Tiffany shot Logan a pointed look. "Mr. Scott, you really ought to get your facts straight. But since Miss Davis has decided not to pursue it, let’s not cause more trouble here, shall we?"

Logan snorted, casting Ella a disdainful look as though he were somehow in the right.

Hannah kept her head down, eyes glistening with fake tears, playing the victim to perfection.

"Come on, let’s head over there," Logan said gently, his cold demeanor softening as he looked at Hannah.

Ella smirked to herself, silently amused at Logan’s questionable taste.

"Such class, Mr. Scott—no wonder Mason outdid you," Eric added with a dark smile, his words hitting a nerve as Logan’s face darkened.

"I had no desire for that position," Logan retorted sharply.

Eric’s smile turned wicked. "It’s not that you didn’t want it; you simply couldn’t win. Mr. Scott gave it his all and still couldn’t even make a dent. Now he has to rely on the Miller family to hold his place!"

The implication was clear: Logan’s talk of "not wanting" was just a cover for his failure.

The crowd exchanged glances filled with subtle mockery, fueling Logan’s simmering anger as he gripped Hannah’s arm and led her to a quieter corner, his bruised pride clearly evident.

Ella’s expression darkened slightly as she noted the commanding presence of Hannah’s eight towering bodyguards and the two respectful maids flanking her. The whole entourage was fit for a princess. However...

Hannah was clearly going for the "delicate little rabbit" look, hoping to attract sympathy. Even if it didn’t wash away her tarnished reputation, it could still sway public opinion in her favor.

With Logan as her fiancé, her status and worth had climbed even higher, not to mention the powerful Miller family supporting her. But was that family truly treating Hannah as one of their own?

Ella’s mind swirled with questions; something didn’t add up, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Hannah’s performance... it was almost too good. In the past, even when feigning innocence, there had always been a genuine trace of bitterness in her eyes. Now, however, there was only pure vulnerability, with no real malice. In three years, it seemed, she had refined her act to perfection.

"Don’t overthink it," Eric’s voice whispered beside her. "She can kick up all the dust she wants. However high she tries to jump, I’ll make sure she falls harder."

Ella nodded, then turned to the onlookers with a polite smile. "Apologies for interrupting the evening."

The crowd of elites, accustomed to drama, chuckled and brushed it off as nothing. Seeing that the sisters’ confrontation hadn’t escalated, they quickly returned to mingling and laughing.

With the brief commotion behind them, Ella and Eric made their way over to Tiffany, exchanging pleasantries and offering her a gift Eric had arranged.

Tiffany was delighted, her eyes shining with gratitude as she gracefully thanked them and continued chatting with everyone around her.

Ella kept a subtle eye on Hannah and was surprised to see her quietly seated in a far-off corner, looking out at the elegantly dressed women with an expression of forlorn innocence. Logan stayed by her side, attentive and gentle, making Ella wonder. If Logan’s motives toward Hannah weren’t tied to the Miller family, he might actually be a decent man, despite his earlier irritating behavior.

Ella shifted her focus back to the room as several executives came over to greet her, and she responded politely.

The cake LXL had arranged for Tiffany was a towering eighteen-layer marvel that drew gasps from the crowd when it was brought out. Ella couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, impressed by how much effort LXL had put into this celebration. With Tiffany on board, LXL’s prospects would likely grow even brighter.

Ella’s gaze lingered on Tiffany, but a strange feeling stirred within her. She couldn’t shake the memory of Tiffany’s initial look of pride and disdain when they first met. Now, Tiffany appeared warm and gracious, embodying the poise and charm of a true star. Yet, Ella couldn’t believe it was just her imagination.

"Sister..." A soft voice interrupted her thoughts. Ella turned, looking coolly at the seemingly delicate Hannah.

When Hannah had first arrived, Ella had expected her to return with the aura of a queen. But her tarnished past was a stain that couldn’t be erased, a fact that Hannah seemed to be working hard to obscure.

Logan stood beside Hannah, his gaze toward Ella cold. To him, Ella might be beautiful, but his loyalty clearly lay with Hannah. Years ago, his fiancée, who bore a resemblance to Hannah, had died in a tragic accident. Now that Hannah was in his life, he cherished her even more deeply.

"Sister, may I have a piece of the cake?" Hannah asked in a timid voice, fully embracing her role as the gentle, helpless "little rabbit."