“What are you saying? I have no idea what you’re talking about. The conflict between you and Katelyn has nothing to do with me. Stop calling me,” Lise responded coldly.

Zoey couldn’t hide her frustration.

“This was our deal! You promised that if I went through with jumping off the building, you’d have a plan to destroy Katelyn for good. And now you’re just leaving me to fend for myself?” Her voice trembled with raw emotion.

Lise, however, stared at her phone, her expression cold and anxious.

“Have you hit your head and completely lost it? We’ve only met once—at that party. Let me make this clear—I have nothing to do with you. Call me again, and I’ll report you for harassment.”

With that, Lise ended the call and immediately blocked Zoey’s number.

The dark screen of her phone reflected her own strained, anxious face. Lise took a deep breath, trying to convince herself not to panic. Even if Katelyn was holding a press conference, Zoey would likely remain the primary focus.

Word of the event traveled fast, and in less than thirty minutes, the venue was brimming with people.

Dozens of reporters scrambled for the best positions, each vying for a chance to capture the story that could sustain them for an entire year. The crowd buzzed with endless whispers.

“Is Katelyn using this press conference to issue a public apology? I saw that woman sobbing on the live stream; she looked utterly devastated, like her entire life had fallen apart.”

A voice from nearby sneered.

“You still buy into all those sob stories online? No matter what the rumors say, I trust Katelyn. If she doesn’t confess, then she’s not guilty.” This defense only prompted laughter from those around.

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“Who’s this blind follower? Katelyn destroyed Zoey’s life, and you’re still defending her? You must be out of your mind.”

Katelyn’s fan snapped back, furious.

“What did you just say? Say it again, and I’ll knock your teeth out!” The other person remained calm, a mocking smile on their face.

“Go ahead; try it. I’ll make you regret it!” Just as the tension between the two was about to boil over, someone shouted, “Katelyn is here!”

Immediately, everything came to a halt as everyone turned their attention to Katelyn, who made her way slowly onto the stage. She was dressed in a simple light beige outfit, her hair casually flowing over her shoulders. Her face, makeup-free, was still undeniably stunning, glowing almost like something otherworldly beneath the stage lights.

Standing tall on the stage, Katelyn grasped the microphone.

“I apologize for once again bringing personal matters into the public eye. And I also want to thank you for being here to hear the full story.”

As she offered her apology, Katelyn bowed respectfully to the audience. A reporter quickly seized the moment, raising their voice.

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