Felicity tapped on Selene’s WhatsApp profile picture, only to realize the video Selene had posted to her story had vanished.
She looked up, eyes narrowing with a venomous glare fixed on Selene.
As if simply deleting the video could erase the fact that she’d tried to provoke her.
That video of Selene and Harrison? Felicity had already saved it ages ago.
Catching the sly curve of Selene’s lips, Felicity’s suspicions solidified—Selene had posted that story for her benefit, and hers alone.
It was obvious Selene was furious: Harrison had signed the settlement, Dames was still in the hospital, and Felicity didn’t have to pay a cent in damages.
So after Selene re-added her as a contact, she’d deliberately posted a story visible only to Felicity—a warning shot across the bow.
Selene probably assumed that Felicity, having feelings for Harrison, would never dare leak the video and risk tarnishing his reputation.
But Felicity was determined to show Selene just how many tricks she had up her sleeve.
She’d downloaded the video and swapped out Harrison’s face for another man’s.
Today, she’d make Selene understand what it meant to dig your own grave.
“Selene! I warned you a long time ago—crossing me is a terrible mistake!” Felicity’s voice rang out. “Don’t think that just because you’re cozying up to Mr. Shaw and still tangled with Harrison, you can strut around and act untouchable in front of me!”
No sooner had Felicity finished her warning than the speakers in the banquet hall blared to life.
Everyone instinctively turned toward the stage, where Victor stepped up to the microphone.
“I’ll just say a few words…” he began.
Victor launched into a rousing speech that lasted over ten minutes, then invited Matilda and his two daughters to join him onstage.
Today, we must remove this malignant tumor from within Thompson Group—no matter what it takes!”
Felicity’s words were incendiary, stirring the crowd.
Selene felt her heart pounding as she stood on stage, meeting Adrian’s gaze in the audience. He gave her a playful wink, mischievous and almost flirtatious.
A spark shot through Selene’s chest, sending a shiver down her spine.
As Selene’s mind wandered for an instant, Felicity lifted her hand dramatically, pointing to the massive screen behind her.
“Everyone, please watch the screen!”
The lights dimmed, and the screen blazed to life with explosive footage.
A triumphant smile played on Felicity’s lips.
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