Chapter 1307:


    Such bombshell revtions rendered many people temporarily unable to speak. Even the livestream chat went quiet. Time seemed to suspend. It all took on the character of that unsettling calm thates just before a storm, a fleeting moment of peace.


    Then, pandemonium broke loose.


    One person eximed in shock, “This can’t be real! Is that truly what Maia is like? Was her whole image just an borate deception?”


    “So she was sleeping with the warden—that’s how she got permission to leave prison for those interviews.”


    “This is going to end up being the most explosive scandal of the entire year, possibly even more dramatic than what went down with Aurielle.”


    The online chat was aze with insults.


    “The higher Maia rose, the harder she fell.”


    “That’s really pathetic!”


    “Maia should be too embarrassed to show her face in public!”


    A faint, satisfied smile curved Kiley’s lips as she watched the chaos unfold. Everything was moving precisely as she had nned—each thread pulled, each downfall timed to perfection. Just when Maia had been basking in admiration, when her guard was down and her pride stood tall, Kiley struck. It was the ideal moment to drag her from that pedestal.


    Raegan’s smirk mirrored Kiley’s satisfaction.


    Atst, Maia would fall from grace—disgraced before everyone and branded as a woman unworthy of respect. No man would want her now—not even the leader of The Mask. And that was exactly what Raegan desired.


    Once Maia was ruined, Raegan believed the leader would finally turn his gaze toward her.


    The audience had seen enough. Raegan intended to leave no room for Maia to defend herself. Lifting the walkie-talkie, she ordered coolly, “Stop the live broadcast.”


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    Her voice carried like frost. Within moments, Kiley’s private security team moved to seize control of every camera at the venue.


    The feed cut off abruptly. Viewers watching from home stared in shock as the screen froze—Maia’s image locked in confrontation with Rosanna.


    The inte exploded in confusion and spection.


    “Oh my God! When the fake scandals about Anti and Aurielle broke, the signal stayed on! Why cut it now? This must be serious!”


    “Is there anyone at the venue who can tell us what’s happening?”


    “Could it be that Rosanna was telling the truth?”


    In the hall, Maia’s expression darkened. Her silence carried weight—an unsettling calm before the storm.


    Rosanna’sughter pierced through it. “Hahaha… Why are you so quiet? Did I hit the nail on the head?”


    In the next heartbeat, Maia’s hand shed through the air. The sharp smack cracked through the room, echoing across the marble floor.


    “This p,” Maia said icily, “is on behalf of your parents. They would never wish to see you like this.”


    Before anyone could react, her hand struck again. Rosanna’s cheeks red red beneath the second blow.


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