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"That night, she had some wine, got a bit bold, I guess, and kissed my cheek when I wasn't looking," Simon Forrester said with a pitiful tone. From certain angles, he was also a victim.
"And then?"
"I was going to warn her to be careful, but Jack and Logan finished taking pictures and dragged me to a private room to drink with the project people. We drank until after eleven. I felt really dizzy, so I hurried them to send me back to my room to sleep."
The dining room was already cleaned up.
Simon Forrester sat at his usual spot, his jaw clenched and face displeased, with a sign in front of him labeled "Defendant."
Sienna Thornton stood across from him, her face stern as she asked, "Can anyone prove you were alone in your room all night?"
"Harrison Rowe. Didn't you call him that night and tell him to keep an eye on me? So he slept on the sofa in my room all night long, never left once!" Simon Forrester spoke with firmness.
