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    She paused, letting her words settle before continuing. “I have always believed that hard work would earn me respect, that dedication would grant me what I sought. But I was naive. The truth is, this world is not fair. Some are born into privilege, while others are merely tools for their use. Miss Burgess herself once told me—people like her do not need to work hard. They have enough money to hire those like me, individuals brimming with energy, to do the work for them.” Her eyes darkened. “And because of this, I became the scapegoat. The one held responsible for what happened to Miss Corrine Hond.”


    Luna took a slow step back and bowed deeply. “I sincerely apologize to Miss Hond.”


    Cameras shed wildly. Reporters whispered among themselves, hurriedly scribbling notes.


    Meanwhile, in thefort of avish room, Corrine watched the scene unfold on her tablet, a smirk ying on her lips.


    The real spectacle was only beginning.


    She would let Leah witness the slow, agonizing destruction of everything she had built, brick by brick.


    Unbeknownst to Leah, she had already stepped into the trap Corrine hadid for her.


    Her nails dug into her palms, so deep they broke the skin, yet she felt nothing. All she could do was stare at the woman on stage, her mind whirling with disbelief.


    How had everything spiraled out of her control?


    The press conference had been nned to thest detail. She had ensured everything was in ce. So how had it turned into this nightmare?


    On stage, Luna’s gaze flickered toward Leah, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.


    Already looking pale? Luna almost smirked. If Leah could not handle this, how would she survive what came next?


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    The thought sent a rush of satisfaction through Luna’s veins.


    She wanted Leah to experience helplessness, to watch as her carefully curated world crumbled before her very eyes.


    Luna took a breath, and then delivered the final blow. “I admit that I tampered with the equipment, leading to Miss Hond’s injury,” she said. “However, I did not act on my own.”


    The implication was clear.


    The weight of the room shifted as all eyes turned to Leah, curiosity and suspicion thick in the air.


    Leah’s breath hitched. She felt it—the shift, the silent usations creeping toward her like a tidal wave.


    Her instinct was to step back, to escape the suffocating pressure. But the moment she moved, she collided with something solid.


    Her breath stilled. Stiffly, she turned her head. Bruce stood behind her, watching.


    Her throat tightened. “Bruce…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roaring chaos around her.


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