?<strong>Chapter 964:</strong>


    However, when Aliza mentioned media involvement, Carrie experienced a surge of apprehension.


    Regardless of society’s progressive evolution, once inte tforms, gossip columnists, and marketing ounts became entangled, they invariably mobilized hordes of thoughtless online spectators. Carrie’s name transcended her individual identity. It represented the Morrison family, their corporate interests, her professional aplishments—her reputation influenced stock valuations across multiple enterprises, as well as the livelihoods of countless celebrities and employees.


    “What do you want?” Carrie approached Aliza directly, dispensing with unnecessary deliberation.


    Carrie’smanding presence overwhelmed Aliza, who, when confronted with that unwavering gaze, experienced an inexplicable difort. The sensation surpassed even her encounters with Torrie. She retreated two steps, instinctively seeking distance from Carrie. Such a formidable aura intimidated her, making direct confrontation difficult. Recognizing her own uneasiness, Aliza clutched the stair railing for support.


    g???????ν??????.??????,  ???????? ???????????????? ????


    In this isted encounter, this one-on-one standoff, even the slightest indication of weakness could determine the oue.


    Her pregnancy was entirely fabricated. Missing this opportunity would not only expose her deception but potentially advance Carrie’s position, rendering all her meticulous nning futile.


    As Aliza steeled herself mentally, Carrie had already positioned herself directly before her.


    The two women stood face-to-face, with Carrie towering half a head taller, regarding Aliza with palpable condescension.


    Carrie repeated with assertive rity, “What do you want? State your demands!”


    Aliza lowered her hand holding the phone, having just dispatched her message to Alethea.


    With her other hand, she confirmed the presence of a small blood bag concealed in her waistband—one she had discreetly acquired from the nurse’s station where blood samples were stored.


    Havingpleted these furtive preparations, she raised her head to confront Carrie directly.


    Her eyes, glistening with malevolence, locked onto Carrie’s face as her lips curled into an unsettling smile. “I want to see you suffer,” she whispered with chilling rity.


    In one swift motion, she clutched the sides of Carrie’s clothing and deliberately threw herself backward, dragging Carrie along toward the stairwell’s edge.


    Carrie hadn’t anticipated such a reckless maneuver from Aliza. The suddenness left her no opportunity to respond—she could only stare at Aliza with profound astonishment.


    Rather than fear, an unusual sensation coursed through her veins. Aliza’s deration reverberated in her consciousness.


    She sensed that Aliza’s words stemmed from some concrete knowledge or suspicion. A child?


    .


    .


    .