The press conference was packed.
Cameras.
Reporters.
Flashlights.
Everyone was waiting.
Evelyn Hart—
Would fall today.
At least—
That's what they thought.
---
Selena sat in the front row.
Elegant.
Composed.
A faint smile on her lips.
Everything was going exactly as planned.
Evelyn Hart—
Was finished.
---
Then—
Evelyn walked in.
Black suit.
High heels.
Expression calm.
Unshaken.
The room fell silent.
She stepped onto the stage.
Took the microphone.
And looked straight ahead.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Then—
She spoke.
"You're all here to watch me fall."
The room froze.
No one expected that.
Evelyn's lips curved slightly.
"But I'm afraid—"
Her eyes shifted.
Directly to Selena.
"—you'll be disappointed."
Selena's smile stiffened.
Just slightly.
---
Evelyn raised her hand.
The screen behind her lit up.
Documents appeared.
Clear.
Detailed.
Undeniable.
"Evidence of manipulation," Evelyn said calmly.
A pause.
Then—
"Not mine."
The room erupted.
"What?!"
"Then whose?!"
Evelyn's gaze locked onto Selena.
Cold.
Sharp.
Merciless.
"Yours."
Silence.
Dead silence.
Selena's face—
Finally changed.