Chapter 120

Lola's POV

My plan was finally at its peak. I was about to lay my hands on the main reason I was here—the treasure in the heart of the sea—the wealth of the Wilsons.

Not only would I achieve that, but I would also clear my name from the news that Joanne broadcast to spoil my name completely.

I led Eric into the large banquet hall in their mansionlike a lamb to the slaughter.

The hall was decorated to its best, the lightnings glittering and sparkling in sync with the sparkling wines some guests were already drinking.

I saw Eric's lips press together into a grin, thin like when he caught a glimpse of the parking lot.

The lot, enough to contain over a hundred cars, was filled to the brim with hundreds of exotic cars and jeeps.

Whispered bounced off the walls of the hall. No doubt, the guests were discussing.

A million flash lights went off at rapid speeds. Almost blinding us what I drank in the attention, glam, and glitz, waving elegantly at the host of press and paparazzi that I ha