"I don't feel anything anymore."
Amari's voice was flat, devoid of emotion, like she was stating a simple fact rather than confessing a wound that once shattered her.
The crowd of reporters gasped, and one of them quickly latched onto her words like a predator that finally smelled blood.
"Is this… because of your cousin?" the reporter pressed, eyes sparkling with anticipation, desperate for an explosive headline.
Somewhere else, in a luxurious lounge where the glow of chandeliers reflected on expensive glass, Louissa's hand froze. She had been scrolling casually through her phone, but the moment Amari's face appeared on the live feed, she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
Her grip on her phone tightened.
Beside her, Lenny's brows furrowed in alarm. "Do you think Amari will use this chance to ruin your reputation?"
