But she couldn’t afford to let them succeed. She had to protect herself—she had to protect Art.
When Karin finally came over to toast her, Carrie smiled sweetly, pretending to chat as she subtly switched their glasses.
Later that night, when Karin was taken to the designated room, her so-called "sisters" hurried off to inform Jared, leaving her behind.
She barely had time to process what was happening before her legs gave out, and she collapsed.
Carrie, standing in the shadows, smirked.
She had already switched the drinks.
Now, watching Karin slump onto the bed, Carrie walked over, dragged her closer to the drunk man, and slipped out of the room without looking back.
When Jared and his group burst through the door in a rage, they were met with an unexpected sight—Karin, half-undressed, draped over the man.
“What?!” someone gasped. “Why is Karin here? Where’s Carrie?”
Carrie chuckled from behind them. “Obviously, I’m outside. Unlike Karin, I’m not that desperate.”
Jared shot her a cold glare before striding forward and yanking Karin up. “Karin, what the hell are you doing?”
Snapping back to her senses, Karin’s eyes darted around in panic before she quickly pointed at Carrie. “It was her! Carrie drugged my drink and dragged me here—she wanted to ruin me! Jared, you have to believe me!”
Carrie scoffed. “How convenient. You planned to set me up, and now you’re flipping the blame on me?”
Karin’s friends immediately jumped to her defense.
“I saw Carrie leading Karin away! She was acting suspiciously the whole time.”
“She’s just jealous of how much President Dalton dotes on Karin! She wanted to destroy her reputation. A woman this vicious should be locked up!”
Tears welled up in Karin’s eyes as she clung to Jared’s sleeve. “Jared, if you don’t believe me, search her bag! I’m sure you’ll find proof!”
Without hesitation, Jared snatched Carrie’s bag and rummaged through it—only to pull out a small bag of white powder.
Carrie’s breath caught in her throat. How? She never expected Karin to plant evidence in her belongings so seamlessly.
Jared’s face darkened as he threw the bag at her feet. His voice was ice-cold. “Do you still have an excuse?”
Carrie took a deep breath. “That’s not mine. I have no idea how it got there!”
“If I had really done this, wouldn’t I have destroyed the evidence instead of conveniently leaving it in my bag?”
Jared wasn’t a fool—he should have seen the logic in that.