“Stop lying, Celine!” Aruna’s voice cut through the opulent hall, sharp and unwavering. She stood at the center of the room, folders in hand, her posture commanding. Celine froze, her mascara-streaked eyes widening. “W-what are you talking about?” she stammered, her voice trembling. Leonard stepped beside Aruna, his dark gaze fixed on Celine. “You’ve been very clever, Ms. Celine,” he said slowly, each word deliberate. “But even the cleverest masks eventually slip.” Aruna held up a folder, letting the soft light of the chandelier glint off the papers inside. “Emails, contracts, and witnesses. Every lie you’ve spread, every scheme to undermine me… it’s all documented.” Celine’s shoulders tensed. “You… you can’t prove anything! These are fabrications!” she shot back, but her voice lacked conviction. “Fabrications?” Aruna repeated, tilting her head slightly, her gaze icy. “These are screenshots of conversations between you and Revan. Financial records showing the bribes you accepted.
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