Nearby, Lucas observed the composed Amelia with an unwavering gaze. She stood at the heart of the storm, radiant and unshakable, commanding attention like a star in a crowded sky. He didn't care if the crowd doubted her, he believed she wouldn't toss out accusations without something solid up her sleeve. She was poised to unravel the lie, and he trusted her to do it with flair.Desmond, too, had faith in Amelia. Sure, she still got under his skin, but her words carried weight he couldn't dismiss. His gaze remained locked on her, and he failed to realize he was actually reluctant to look away.“If you've got a plan, spit it out!" Lorraine snapped, glaring at Amelia with barely concealed irritation. "If you can't prove my mentor's faking it, you'll hold a press conference and apologize publicly to us!"Amelia’s smile widened, cool and confident. "Well, I don't think I've said something wrong to apologize for." Her gaze swept the room, commanding silence as she spoke with deliberate calm.
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