Chapter 309 - Eliana’s Betrayers

The vast hall tent—normally a cathedral of applause and champagne-fueled arrogance—hung frozen in time. Crystal chandeliers glittered uselessly overhead, their light bouncing off massive holographic screens that now felt like silent witnesses to a public execution. The fog from Kenneth Holloway's theatrical entrance still clung to the stage, curling around ankles like gossip that refused to die. It framed his children perfectly—exposed, cornered, and suddenly very aware that money couldn't buy an undo button.