I curved my lips into a smile and walked slowly onto the stage.
“Before the speech begins, let everyone enjoy Director Radcliffe’s ‘heroic deeds’ over the years.”
Without hesitation, I pressed play.
On the big screen, Kristen’s sultry cosplay photos began rolling.
Next came their chat records, hotel check-in logs, and transfer receipts, one after another.
Finally, the image froze on the two of them, sitting side by side, their smiles innocent only to those blind to the truth.
George slumped back into his chair, drained and pale, as if all the life had been sucked from him.
Kristen cried, her makeup ruined, yet a stubborn glimmer of pride lingered in her eyes.
