Cynthia stood not far away, her heart pounding violently in her chest, as if it might burst free at any moment.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her erratic breathing, forcing herself to remain composed before finally making her way toward the press conference venue.
Thinking back to the words she had just spoken to Frank and Lucien, she couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Every single one had been a lie.
She wasn't foolish. Even though Lucien harbored nothing but vengeance toward her, she would never be reckless enough to escape one danger only to throw herself blindly into another.
To her, the best strategy was to pit the two men against each other and let them tear each other apart.
Cynthia silently calculated—if Frank were intimidated by Lucien and decided to back off, then he was simply lucky. But if he persisted in his delusions, whatever he suffered at Lucien's hands would be entirely his own doing. He would deserve every bit of it.
However, the peace she longed for did n
