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Chapter 43

Penulis: C.ELLICA
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TWO WEEKS LATER – COURTROOM DRAMA

I didn’t attend the first hearing. I didn’t need to.

The law already had enough receipts to line the courthouse steps.

Instead, I stayed at my penthosue, lounging by the pool with fresh fruit and a scented foot mask, watching the livestream on a secure server Darren had arranged.

Let’s just say… popcorn was not enough.

The courtroom was packed. Press and paparazzi buzzed like locusts in expensive suits, all trying to get the best angle of the McLaren Meltdown. The three stars of the show? Venice, MJ, and Era—all seated at the defendant’s table, looking like a failed magazine cover for “How to Ruin Your Inheritance in 10 Days.”

Venice sat stiffly, her once-Instagram-famous curls limp and undone, makeup cakey as though trying to mask the anxiety under blush and highlighter. MJ had tried the “tough athlete” look—black turtleneck, jaw clenched—but the sweat patches betrayed him. Era, in a desperate bid for composure, wore pearls and kept adjusting her gla
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