The room exploded.
"No way—"
"That's Selena Vale?!"
"How is this possible?!"
Selena stood up instantly.
"That's fake!"
Her voice sharp.
Controlled.
But—
There was a crack.
Evelyn looked at her calmly.
"Is it?"
She stepped down from the stage.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Each step—
Like a countdown.
Selena's heartbeat sped up.
"You don't have proof—"
"I do."
Evelyn stopped in front of her.
Then—
She leaned in slightly.
And said softly—
"So does the police."
Selena's face went white.
---
At the same time—
The doors opened.
Officers walked in.
"Miss Selena Vale."
Cold.
Official.
"You are under investigation."
The room went silent.
Completely silent.
---
Selena's eyes snapped to Evelyn.
"You—"
Evelyn smiled.
Cold.
Beautiful.
Merciless.
"This is just the beginning."
---
Across the room—
Damian watched everything.
Every word.
Every move.
Every expression.
His gaze—
Never left Evelyn.
For the first time—
He felt something unfamiliar.
Not control.
Not indifference.
Not boredom.
Something sharper.
Something heavier.
Something—
Too late.