Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master! Chapter 495: Honey Trap?

Rich people, you know, always have ways and ans that others can’t think of.

Turning black into white is just the basic practice. The lawyer was clearly used to such angry scolding, remaining calm, even taking off his glasses to wipe them.

He moved leisurely, making it clear he didn’t take the girl seriously, full of disdain.

"Officer, I saw it!"

Zia Sutton imdiately raised her hand like a good kid reporting: "He attempted rape, I saw the whole thing when I passed by. The girl kept saying she didn’t want to, and this so-called Young Master Seymour not only ignored her but tried to force himself on her. My sister and I stood up to stop them, and they even tried to get people to hit us! What are we? Witnesses, right? I’m willing to be this witness!"

Zia Sutton had been through a lot, and being well-educated by Mr. Sutton, she was inherently passionate and just, unable to stand for such things.

Just as the lawyer opened his mouth to spew nonsense, more people arrived outside the police station.

When Thea Shaw saw the new woman arrive, she felt an unsurprising sense.

When she heard the surna of the Young Master Seymour, she had a premonition.

When Mrs. Seymour appeared, that premonition beca reality.

That Lucas Sawyer was Mrs. Seymour’s son who had just returned to the country not long ago.

So, this is her promising son?

The filter is really deceiving!

Lucas Sawyer’s expression beca sowhat awkward when he saw his mother appear.

After all, he hadn’t expected to make such a scene for his mother to find out.

And when Mrs. Seymour saw Thea Shaw and Zia Sutton at the police station, her brow furrowed.

She absolutely did not expect that the conflict involving her son was with Justin Sutton’s children.

And this matter was becoming troubleso.

When she saw the girl sitting there crying sobbingly, the prepared words in her mind were montarily stunned upon seeing the girl’s cheeks.

The girl’s tear-streaked face bore so resemblance, as if reminiscent of a young version of herself.

This seed like an illusion, but eyes don’t lie.

Mrs. Seymour stared at the girl, feeling inexplicably a twinge of unwillingness.

Clearly, knowing that her son had fallen into a trap, her anger could overturn everything.

"I heard that..."

After a long pause, Mrs. Seymour found her voice, looking at her son: "You fell into a trap?"

Lucas Sawyer’s heart skipped a beat.

This was clearly a pre-arranged excuse, and he instantly understood, nodding frantically: "Yes!"

He pointed at Thea Shaw and the others: "These people conspired to set up in a trap. Yes, they all know each other. The goal is to fra !!"

Everyone in the police station looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Can’t you see what they’re wearing to save soone, just by their aura, do you think they’d set you up?

Yet as soon as he said this, before others could react, Mrs. Seymour’s pupils shrank, and she slapped Lucas Sawyer across the face: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Her hand was hitting Lucas Sawyer, but her gaze was on Thea Shaw.

A flash of unease passed through Mrs. Seymour’s heart.

Although Justin Sutton’s family background wasn’t as notable as their Fenmore’s Seymour Family, when she saw Thea on the plane that day, she felt amazed. When she got ho and casually ntioned Thea, she learned from her husband that Justin’s daughter’s boyfriend was the heir to the Ford Family, which made her fearful on reflection.

She had even considered introducing her to her son.

The Seymour Family may not fear the Suttons but they do fear the Fords, let alone a trap?

Now seeing her in person, Mrs. Seymour knew she had been deceived by her subordinates.