?Chapter 743:


    The venue erupted into chaos.


    Leah, who had once stood tall, enjoying the support of everyone, now faced the predicament of being ostracized.


    She thought her fans were her arsenal, ready to defend her at hermand.


    Little did she know, the same force that lifted her could also bring her down.


    When her fans saw through her facade, they refused to be manipted any longer. Instead, they turned their sharpness against her, wounding her deeply.


    Luna stood on the stage, looking at Leah’s ashen face. “Miss Burgess, do you have anything to say now?” she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips.


    Leah was jolted back to reality by the direct address, her eyes flickering with panic.


    When she saw the smile on Luna’s face, her anger red like wildfire. “You witch!” She charged forward, unable to maintain herposure. But as she took a step, somebody grabbed her wrist.


    Leah instinctively turned and found herself staring into Bruce’s dark, piercing eyes. Her heart tightened suddenly.


    Bruce’s chiseled face was as cold as frost, his eyes like bottomless pools, emitting a chilling sharpness.


    His eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip on Leah’s wrist. “Leah, what is going on here?” he asked, his voice carrying a chilling indifference.


    Leah stuttered, at a loss for words. “I don’t know.”


    “Don’t know?” Bruce repeated calmly. “Then how do you exin this recording?”


    “I, I…” Leah stuttered again, her eyshes trembling uncontrobly, her teeth biting her lip, too nervous to meet his gaze. “I’m being framed!” The sudden emergence of the recording had sent Leah into a panic, yet she recalled that Luna had left her phone on the table when she left in haste.


    Leah concluded that Luna couldn’t have made the recording.


    Moreover, the racetrack wasrge, and despite the presence of cameras, they did not cover every angle.


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    This led Leah to believe the recording had to be fabricated.


    “It’s fake! Bruce, this recording is fake!” she eximed, her eyes lighting up with the thrill of vindication, clutching at Bruce’s arm like a lifeline.


    Bruce remained silent. His brows knitted as he gazed at her, his look one of deep contemtion or judgment.


    Leah’s heart fluttered with unease under his intense scrutiny.


    “Bruce, you know me. I can’t even bear the thought of harming an animal. How could I possibly do something so horrific?” she pleaded, gripping his hand tightly.


    Luna heard Leah’s deration and let out a scornful chuckle.


    Herughter, though brief, wasden with biting sarcasm.


    She marveled at Leah’s audacity to maintain her innocence.


    Leah’s expression darkened, her eyes piercing Luna.


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