"Miss Shuyin, did you know about this?"
Lu Zeyan stood frozen at the podium, his mind racing to find some explanation, some way to salvage this, but there was nothing. The evidence was right there on the screen, undeniable and damning.
Beside him, Shuyin had gone very still, her hand slipping from his, her jade eyes fixed on the image of her pregnant sister with an expression that was impossible to read. This person seemed to be trying to ruin her plans.
Who was this? Who was this trailing on her back?
Wang Jing's voice came through his earpiece, frantic and sharp: "Abort! Get off that stage now! We need to regroup!"
But before Lu Zeyan could move, before he could even process what was happening, Shuyin turned to look at him. And the expression on her face wasn't shock or betrayal or hurt, it was something else entirely. Something that looked almost like satisfaction, like a chess player watching their opponent finally realize they'd been in checkmate for the last five moves.
