Maeve Lane didn't miss the subtle change in her expression, "I was wrong..."
"Because you're using a recording device, and it's on you, right?"
Sylvia Lane's heart pounded wildly, her face contorted, "You're trying to trick me!"
"Who told you to be so dumb," Maeve Lane said calmly, not bothering to search herself. "I don't want to do it personally either, so I'm giving you two choices: one, hand over the device for destruction, tell me who gave it to you, and then go to the manager to receive your punishment; two, I'll have a servant find it, and you'll both be dragged over for punishment."
"Maeve Lane, I can't wait for the day you're kicked out of the Fairchild Family!" Sylvia Lane covered her face, stood up, and in front of Maeve Lane, took out a recording device from her collar and crushed it underfoot with a pained expression.
"Accomplice?" Maeve Lane narrowed her fox-like eyes.
"No accomplice!" Sylvia Lane said, "I brought it in myself."
