Chapter 140
Emmaline
A joint Water Dragon and Morne press conference is being held because of our unfortunateactivities.
I sit in the front row of the assembled audience, dressed in my most demure outfit—a high-necked cream dress, minimal jewelry, hair pulled back in a respectable style. Butter wouldn't melt. I am the picture of composed innocence.
Behind me, reporters pack the hall. Cameras flash. Drones hover. Every news outlet in the fortress is here, hungry for the scandal of the century.
On the raised platform at the front, Choi Jihun stands at a podium, flanked by Water Dragon officials in their crisp blue uniforms. Beside him, on a separate podium, is my fiancee'.
He's wearing one of his perfectly tailored suits—black, severe, every inch the S-class hunter he now is. His hair is slicked back, his expression carefully neutral. He looks every bit the part of a man taking responsibility for his actions.
If I didn't know better, I'd believe it.
