The moment the ballroom doors closed behind Sheena and Ghani, the atmosphere inside became even more uncontrollable. The guests stood looking at one another; some were still holding their phones, while others whispered without lowering their voices.

Gevan took a deep breath, then stepped back into the center of the room. His face was tense, his gaze cold.

“The event is over,” he said loudly. “Thank you for your attendance. Please leave the room.”

Some guests looked hesitant, but the Daxon Group staff immediately moved to direct everyone out. Journalists who had initially insisted on asking questions were finally forced to step back when security began restricting the area.

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