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    Unlike the earlier footage, this clip had the grainy quality of a surveince camera—likely taken from a nearby storefront, not filmed with any intent to impress.


    As the view lingered, the voiceover returned. “But everything changed the moment she was swept into a carefully orchestrated setup, one that would alter the course of her life significantly.”


    A ripple of confusion stirred through the room. How did someone unknown to most like Hailee end up being the leading figure in the love story video of Boris and Hester?


    Before anyone could voice their questions, a ck car shot across the screen, barreling toward Hailee.


    “Oh!” A collective gasp rose from the crowd.


    On-screen, Boris appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Hailee and shoving her out of the car’s path. In the same instant, the vehicle struck him. The screen captured the brutal impact, followed by blood spreading beneath his crumpled body.


    Whispers exploded across the room, voicesyering over one another in disbelief.


    “Wait… What is this?


    “Boris saved this girl named Hailee and got seriously injured?”


    “I don’t recall anything like that ever happening. The video shows a timestamp from a year ago, but there was never any mention of Boris getting hurt during that time.”


    “Sure, the injury looks bad enough to justify a hospital stay—but Boris was never admitted anywhere during that time.”


    “Let’s be honest. Boris isn’t exactly known for putting others first. That kind of heroism? Doesn’t suit him. This whole video feels staged.”


    “Exactly. That’s not his style at all. So what’s really going on here?”


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    The banquet hall, once glowing with celebration, now buzzed with tension as doubts settled like fog.


    On the stage, Boris and Hester shared a fleeting look. In that single nce, they saw the same thing—panic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The footage, the timing—none of it made sense. Who created it? And why now?


    From his seat near the center, Dunn stared at the screen, frozen. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His gut reaction pointed straight to Hailee. Maybe she’d uncovered something—maybe she’de here to blow everything apart. He searched the crowd, head swiveling, hoping to catch a glimpse of her—but she was nowhere in sight.


    Secondster, it hit Dunn. Hailee wouldn’t have had the resources. She was just a regr girl. No ess to old surveince tapes. No power to sneak something into a high-profile event like this. This had to be the work of someone else—someone with motive and influence, someone who wanted to tear this engagement apart. Given the stature of the Craig and Sampson families, enemies weren’t hard toe by. A moment like this? The perfect chance for revenge.


    Dunn clenched his jaw. He couldn’t allow this to spiral any further. Fueled by urgency, he stormed toward the video control room. mming the door open, he shouted at the staff, “Who gave permission for that footage to air? Cut it off—right now!”


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