"Miss Xia, we're ready to begin," a staff member reminded her.
Xia Xiaoman looked up at the sea of reporters. Every eye in the room was fixed on her, waiting for the exposé that would shake the business world.
She took a deep breath and typed a command—
**"Files Deleted."**
The room erupted in chaos.
"My apologies," Xia Xiaoman shut down the computer and stood calmly. "Today's press conference is canceled."
Reporters immediately clamored, someone shouting, "Are you protecting the Li Group?"
She didn't answer, turning instead to walk backstage. Lin Qiao caught up, grabbing her wrist. "Xiaoman, what happened? All that evidence—"
"Was part of his plan," Xia Xiaoman said quietly. "Li Moting knew all along I'd uncover things to this point. He let me believe I was exposing the truth..."
She clenched the meteorite necklace in her palm, its metal edges biting into her skin.
"But what he really wanted me to see... was my own sin."