Chapter 742:
Bruce’s frown deepened, his gaze dark and piercing as he fixed it on her. “Leah, what is going on?”
Leah’s breath hitched, her pulse spiking as if her body had already sensed danger before her mind could catch up. She pressed her lips together, struggling to form an answer. “I do not know what is happening either, how a perfectly fine press conference turned into this—”
Before she could finish, Luna’s voice rang out from the stage. “I have an audio recording for everyone to hear.”
A jarring static noise filled the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of Leah’s own voice playing through the speakers. “Aimee is a top-notch equestrian. It is ridiculous for Corrine to compete with her.”
“Should we advise Miss Holland?” Luna’s voice inquired.
Leah scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “Advise her? Why? She is the one asking for trouble—how could I stop her?”
A pause, brief but damning. Then her voice returned, sharp and deliberate. “But I do want to help her a bit. Go to the equipment room and tamper with her gear.”
Luna’s shocked gasp cut in. “Miss Burgess—”
“What are you afraid of?” Leah’s voice came again, cool and commanding. “There are no cameras around there. Be careful and discreet, and this stays between us. Besides, we are just making a small adjustment. Whether an accident happens depends on her skills, right? Luna, I know your brother is in a coma in the hospital, and your family relies on you. If you succeed, I will cover your brother’s medical expenses. How about that?”
The brief audio clip, containing only a few sentences, provided the reporters with just enough information to assemble the full story. Gasps rippled through the audience, shock giving way to outrage. Among them were Leah’s most devoted fans, people who had supported her for years. Their eyes, once filled with admiration, now gleamed with betrayal.
“How dare she claim to be the victim!” someone shouted, their voice shaking with anger. A fan near the front ripped their support poster in half before stomping on it.
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As the fan’s shout echoed through the room, everyone present was abruptly pulled back to reality.
The venue buzzed with a rising chorus of angry voices.
“How despicable! All these years, we supported you wholeheartedly, and you played us for fools!” one person exclaimed.
“You kept claiming your innocence, and it turns out you’ve been playing the victim,” another person remarked.
“You accused others, but you were the deceitful one all along!” a third added.
“No wonder Emily was willing to pay double the penalty to resign. She must have seen through your malicious nature!” someone else noted.
“Truly, shamelessness knows no bounds!” another chimed in. “Maintaining a facade of cultured grace while secretly engaging in such vicious acts. Aren’t you afraid of karma?” another voice questioned.
“Poor Luna! She got such a heartless boss who used her as a pawn and a scapegoat,” someone commented.
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