That morning, William stepped out of the conference room. His shoulders were tense, but his face looked lighter after the press conference Selena had led earlier. He walked toward the elevator, loosened his tie, and exhaled deeply.

His phone buzzed nonstop—notifications pouring in. Public support for Selena was surging, while Evelyn’s name was beginning to raise questions.

“Why is Evelyn the one losing the public’s favor?” he muttered to himself.

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Elsewhere, in a quiet room filled with art pieces and memorabilia, Evelyn sat curled up, hugging her knees.

Above her, the glass ceiling revealed the grey afternoon sky. Raindrops still clung to the windows.

In her hand, she held...