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    Vince had reassured her that Maia would lose — he’d bragged about the expert he’d hired. But now, it seemed that the so-called “expert” was nothing but a failure.


    In an instant, she thought of Mariana. The Ward family could neverpete with the power and influence of the mighty Cooper family. Perhaps it was time to reconsider her alliances.


    After the trial, Maia and Rnd stepped out of the courthouse, immediately swarmed by a sea of reporters.


    shes from cameras stung their eyes, and microphones jostled for position in front of them.


    Maia felt the familiar throb of a headache creeping in. This scene — bothforting and maddening — had be her reality.


    Such were the burdens of public life.


    Yet, Rnd extended an arm with quiet chivalry, shielding Maia from the throng of reporters.


    His gaze was cold, calcting, as he surveyed the crowd of journalists, his voice cutting through the noise. “Apologies, but we do not ept interviews.”


    One reporter, unwilling to be outdone, shoved a microphone forward, pressing for an answer. “Mr. Cullen, what made you take on this case? Ms. Watson, did you contact Mr. Cullen beforehand?”


    Rnd’s expression remained as frosty as ever, and his words carried an unspoken weight. “Sorry, we have nothing to disclose.”


    Just then, Rosanna emerged from the courthouse, her eyes immediately locking onto Maia, who was now the center of media attention.


    A mixture of disbelief and anger churned in Rosanna’s stomach. Why was this woman always so fortunate? Maia’swyer had faced a mishap, yet a celebrated legal expert hade to her aid, stepping in like a knight in shining armor.


    Rosanna red at Maia with such intensity it could have burned holes in stone, silently wishing for some form of disaster — perhaps a runaway truck — to rid the world of Maia’s presence.


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    Sensing the malice directed at her, Maia slowly turned around, meeting Rosanna’s venomous re.


    Before anyone could react, Maia stepped toward Rosanna, Rnd following in her wake. A reporter, quick to react, cleared the way.


    Seeing Maia approach, Rosanna instinctively attempted to retreat, but it was toote. Maia blocked her path, her voice cool yet cutting. “It was you, wasn’t it?”


    The camera shes erupted in rapid session behind Maia, and reporters’ microphones extended toward Rosanna like an encircling trap, effectively turning the moment into an impromptu interrogation.


    Rosanna’s heart skipped a beat. Embarrassed time and again in front of the public, she felt a familiar anxiety creeping up her spine. Her face betrayed her as she stammered, “What are you talking about?”


    Maia’s eyes narrowed, her voice icy as she spoke with quiet precision. “To get me to drop thewsuit, you orchestrated a car ident to keep mywyer from reaching the scene. Rosanna, you have a truly malicious heart.”


    The reporters fell into stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. Countless cameras focused their lenses on Rosanna. The atmosphere shifted, bing charged with tension.


    Cornered by the probing gaze of the media, Rosanna panicked, her defenses crumbling. “What nonsense are you spouting? How… How could it be me? Maia, don’t nder me!”


    Before Maia could respond, Rnd stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Rosanna with an intensity that seemed to freeze the air. His tone was like ice cutting through the heat of the moment. “It’s fine if you deny it, but this involves a…”


    Rnd, thewyer from Zenith Legal, stepped forward. “We will investigate this thoroughly. If we find anyone pulling strings behind the scenes, I will ensure they face the harshest penalties.”


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