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    Elyse’s voice turned icy. “Because it’s all part of your scheme! Have you forgotten Rickey Benson? Twenty-four years ago, you exploited him—and that tragedy lined your pockets. Now you’re doing it again.”


    Reba’s lips curled into a smug smile. “You mean I framed you, huh? Fine. Prove it.”


    Before Elyse could reply, the thunderous roar of fighter jets filled the sky, cutting through the tense exchange.


    The fighter jets circled the venue with menacing precision, like predators closing in for the kill.


    Chaos erupted below. People screamed and scattered, pushing and shoving in their desperate search for shelter.


    Elyse’s gaze shot upward, fear flickering across her face.


    Reba, however, stood unnervingly calm, her expression almost serene. She knew she was untouchable, shielded from the threat above.


    The crowd collectively held its breath, the thundering pulse of panic beating through them. Then more jets sliced through the sky—sleek, formidable, and unmistakably marked with the obvious emblem of Manfek.


    “This isn’t right! I didn’t n this!” Reba’s face drained of color as her eyes locked onto the fighter jets.


    She staggered backward, panic threading through her voice. “Impossible! Manfek’s air force couldn’t have arrived this fast. This wasn’t my n! Something’s gone horribly wrong!”


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    Her desperate cries carried over the chaos, catching the attention of many, including Luna.


    Luna darted to Elyse’s side, snatching the microphone and pointing it straight at Reba.


    “Your n?” Luna demanded, her voice sharp. “What are you talking about? Did you betray us?”


    Reba’s lips curled into a scornful sneer. She dismissed Luna with a withering nce—thismon civilian had no ce questioning her.


    Her gaze flicked to the sky. Her instincts kicked in—she turned to run. But Esteban was faster. The advantage was his now.


    “Not so fast, Reba!” he ordered, stepping into her path. Her momentary shock gave him the opening he needed to snatch the pistol from her grip.


    She lunged, fingers wing for the weapon. The ground beneath them shifted treacherously. Esteban wobbled, teetering on the unstable ruins.


    In a split-second decision, he hurled the gun away. If he couldn’t keep it, neither would she.


    The pistol ttered onto the ground beneath the stage, echoing through the tense silence.


    Reba’s fury ignited. “You bastard, Esteban! You’re destroying everything!”


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