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The spotlight flared. In the center of the room, framed by the backdrop of a luxury jewelry brand’s logo, Clarissa sat gracefully, dressed in an elegant pastel gown. Her hair was perfectly styled in a sleek chignon, her face polished to perfection—as if she had never harbored a single ill intention.

A female journalist raised her microphone.

“Miss Clarissa, you’ve been mentioned in connection with the poisoning incident involving Evelyn Armanda. Do you have an official statement?”

Clarissa gave a soft smile and nodded slightly.

“First of all, I’m deeply concerned about what happened to Evelyn. Poisoning is a serious matter, and I’m thankful...