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    The media were momentarily stunned, as if they had entered a standby mode.

    Once they regained theirposure, they pressed on. “Mr. Wheeler provided strong evidence during the press conference. Do you have any proof to back up your ims, Miss Bailey?”

    Katelyn lightly tapped her fingers on the podium, clearly anticipating this question.

    Aimee quickly yed a pre-recorded audio file through the loudspeakers, filling the room with sound. The recording captured Katelyn’s argument with Lise in the restroom.

    Frequently targeted by Lise’s schemes, Katelyn had adopted the habit of carrying a recording device. This small habit had equipped her with vital evidence when the narrative shifted against her.

    Even though it was merely an audio recording, the audience could visualize Lise’s expression from her harsh tone and relentless curses.

    Since her debut, Lise had been perceived as a graceful and refineddy. It was unexpected that she would behave so differently in private. The release of this recording utterly shattered Lise’s facade.

    For a brief moment, profound silence enveloped the room.

    The audio rity captured not only Katelyn’s inquiries but also the activation of the spray can. The prior usations that distorted the truth were now rendered invalid.

    After the recording concluded, the audience remained in shock, struggling to process what they had just heard. Katelyn observed everyone’s reactions and then calmly picked up the microphone and asked, “Does anyone have any further questions?”

    With such decisive evidence at hand, no one harbored any doubts.

    Silence pervaded the room, with only Katelyn’s steady voice breaking the quiet.

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    Therge screen disyed her visage—her face was strikingly pale, her light-colored eyes showing no emotion. She seemed entirely unmoved by the proceedings.

    Standing serenely on the stage, her slender figure and upright posture projected an unmistakable authority. When she spoke, her words carried a weight thatmanded belief.

    This was the essence of Katelyn’s unique charisma.

    “I hope there will be no further malicious rumors about me online. I have tolerated past harassment, but from now on, I will take legal action against anyone who maligns my character or distorts the truth. Thank you for your cooperation.”

    With these words, Katelyn stepped back, bowed slightly to the audience, and then walked directly offstage. The entire press conference, aimed at clearing her name,sted no more than ten minutes.

    Katelyn’s statements were incisive, her words clear and easy to grasp.

    This stood in sharp contrast to Neil’s verbose and irate allegations from the morning session.

    Lise, too, watched the live stream from her hospital room. Though her wrist was encased in thick bandages, the wound beneath was merely a superficial scratch.

    This was clearly a theatrical attempt to elicit sympathy.

    She had no intention of truly harming herself. Upon seeing the audio evidence, Lise could no longer hide her panic.

    Her thoughts scattered, unable to think clearly, she whispered to herself repeatedly, “What should I do? What am I supposed to do now?”

    Had it not been for the audio evidence, her act of sympathy might have initially shifted the me towards Katelyn.

    Now, the public saw her as deserving of the consequences and likely to be held ountable for her deceit.

    Her meticulously crafted image of elegance andposure waspletely ruined. What were her options now?

    After momentarily breaking down, rage filled Lise’s eyes.

    All because of Katelyn, that damned woman!

    She resolved to find a thorough solution to this debacle.

    After the press conference, as Katelyn stepped through the back exit, she found Vincent’s car waiting beside the road.

    “You really nailed the press conference,” he praised.

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