&quot;Oh, FUCK, this is insane.&quot;

 The camera zoomed in close to Alexander’s face. His expression remained calm, his eyes deep and unreadable.

 Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked up the stage and stood beside Isabella. She was wearing high heels, making their height difference almost a full head.

 The media photographers snapped away, capturing every moment.

 The director kept the camera trained on them, occasionally cutting to Vivienne in the audience.

 The host, smiling widely, asked, &quot;Now, I have a question for Miss Isabella from our viewers. You mentioned that when you first met Director Vivienne, she was sixteen. Can you tell us where you two first met?&quot;

 The question was fed to her through the earpiece by the director.

 Isabella pressed her lips together, glancing briefly at Alexander by her side.

 &quot;Since Miss Isabella doesn't wish to answer, that's p

Could it be that Isabella’s so-called illness was actually caused by this?

 &quot;No, I can’t... I can’t.&quot;

 Isabella’s voice cracked as she sobbed, her cries heart-wrenching. &quot;Every time I close my eyes, I see that scene. I can't forget it. I kept calling your name, hoping more than anything that you’d come to save me…&quot;

 Alexander didn’t respond.

 I stood in the corner, too afraid to step forward.

 Outside, a loud “bang” echoed, followed by the sound of a car door slamming shut, cutting off her crying.

 I clasped my hands together, tightening my grip slightly, then turned to glance outside. A black Porsche was leaving the underground garage.

 I looked at my phone screen and let out a deep sigh. It felt like the dust had finally settled.

 I had expected that Alexander would give in to Isabella.

 I wasn’t disappointed—I hadn’t hoped for much—but I did feel a little 

The host excitedly announced, &quot;We’re in luck today! The first draw goes to our CEO, Hawthorne. Please welcome Mr. Alexander Hawthorne to the stage!&quot;

 The media cameras snapped furiously, and the flashing lights seemed endless.

 The comment section exploded.

 &quot;So fake.&quot;

 &quot;Totally scripted, right?&quot;

 &quot;This is gonna be interesting.&quot;

 Alexander rose and walked to the stage.

 &quot;Before we begin the interaction, let’s kick things off with a quick interview. Mr. Alexander Hawthorne, do you happen to know what the first interactive game of the evening will be?&quot;

 &quot;I don’t,&quot; Alexander shook his head.

 He genuinely didn’t know.

 Vanguard Global Enterprises had a hand in nearly every industry, with countless brands under its umbrella. He often attended events like this and was used to it by now. Typically, he’d go on stage, deliver a

&quot;Oh, FUCK, this is insane.&quot;

 The camera zoomed in close to Alexander’s face. His expression remained calm, his eyes deep and unreadable.

 Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked up the stage and stood beside Isabella. She was wearing high heels, making their height difference almost a full head.

 The media photographers snapped away, capturing every moment.

 The director kept the camera trained on them, occasionally cutting to Vivienne in the audience.

 The host, smiling widely, asked, &quot;Now, I have a question for Miss Isabella from our viewers. You mentioned that when you first met Director Vivienne, she was sixteen. Can you tell us where you two first met?&quot;

 The question was fed to her through the earpiece by the director.

 Isabella pressed her lips together, glancing briefly at Alexander by her side.

 &quot;Since Miss Isabella doesn't wish to answer, that's perfectly fine. But I think we all get the picture. I know I do. What about you, dear fans watching a

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