Chapter 1311:


    That revtion told everyone the truth loud and clear. Those identities were genuinely hers.


    One by one, the remaining guests stepped forward to greet Maia, and with each introduction, another of her aplishments was confirmed. She was indeed the legendaryposer K, the top-ranked MCN fashion designer Eileen, the gifted painter Matias, the award-winning game designer, the masked fighter who had clinched the underground fighting championship, and the reigning global champion of hacker defensepetitions.


    The audience stood frozen, mouths agape and eyes wide with disbelief, struck dumb by the truth staring them in the face.


    It even led some to wonder if Rosanna had actuallye to endorse Maia instead.


    After all, every single witness she’d summoned ended up proving Maia’s brilliance beyond question.


    Maia was a bona fide genius, a goddess zing at the pinnacle of her craft. Having spent four years in prison, she had risen like a phoenix from the ashes, her brilliance impossible to dim.


    Rosanna stumbled back, eyes wide with panic as Maia’s radiance seemed to burn right through her. No! This was not how the script was supposed to go. How had everything flipped upside down?


    This was not what Raegan had promised her. What was happening with the warden?


    Rosanna’s breathing quickened. She rushed onto the stage like a gust of wind cutting through still air.


    Snatching the microphone from the host, she shouted, “Enough! What on earth are you all doing? What’s so shocking? Everything they’ve said proves Maia was never in prison, doesn’t it?”


    Her re was fierce as she jabbed a finger at Maia. “You broke out of jail! You’re a fraud!”


    Then she turned sharply to Shiloh. “And you! Did Maia sleep with you too? Is that why you dragged these actors and actresses here?”


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    “Humph!” Shiloh sneered, shooting her a cold, dismissive look.


    Shiloh sneered, and the sound sent a cold shiver through the hall—a chill honed by years spent facing ouws and death-row inmates behind steel bars.


    In the next heartbeat, he lunged forward with the speed of an arrow. The p cracked sharp and clear, its echo ringing off the high walls.


    Rosanna folded to the floor, stunned. The world seemed to narrow as she tried to process what had just happened—everything had moved too quickly to intercept or answer.


    “Consider this a lesson for your disrespect.” Shiloh did not spare Rosanna a second nce as he retrieved the microphone and tapped it with a practiced hand.


    “Testing, testing,” he called, confirming the sound like a man verifying the steadiness of his authority. “Good. Seems to be working.”


    He turned to Kiley and offered a clipped apology. “Sorry, Ms. Cooper. I have no tolerance for disruptions. Besides, it appears someone here is unwell and causing trouble. Fortunately, I intercepted it and handled the situation.”


    Faces in the hall registered disbelief, but no one moved to contradict the warden.


    Taking the silence as consent, Shiloh’s voice smoothed over. “Great. There is finally some peace and quiet.”


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