Nora’s POVThe main ballroom of the Grand London Hotel was filled with total chaos.Reporters were standing up from their seats, pushing their heavy cameras forward to capture Julian pale, shaken face. Board members were whispering loudly among themselves, looking back and forth between the presentation stage and the certified Paris papers resting on our table.Julian stood frozen beside his chair, staring down at the stamped legal documents with wide, bloodshot eyes.His hands were trembling so badly that he couldn't even reach out to touch the paper. The arrogant CEO who had walked into this hotel believing he owned the world looked completely broken in a matter of seconds.“This... this cannot be real,” Julian stammered, his voice sounding hollow and weak. “Clara... Clara told me she graduated from the Paris Institute. She showed me her certificates three years ago...”Maya let out a dry, cold laugh from beside me, leaning her hands on the table.
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