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    “Those two? They’ve been around for years. Everyone knows they’re authentic—verified and everything.”


    Murmurs rippled through the crowd. All eyes drifted toward Lyman, full of disdain.


    “This guy’s a straight-up con. Showing up at the Miller estate with a con game? He’s finished.”


    “He and Lorraine thought they’d snag five percent of Miller’s Casino shares? Delusional.”


    “Mr. Scott’s already paying close attention. Even if the Millers let this pass, Lyman’s done for.”


    Spection buzzed like a swarm of bees, thick with Lyman’s imminent ruin. Lyman’splexion drained, lips trembling, his hands visibly shaking. His gaze stayed locked on the screen, disbelief etched across his face. He couldn’t wrap his head around how his deception unraveled so quickly. Why did the Prince of Eighshire suddenly go public, with the news spreading like wildfire? Someone must have pulled the strings behind the scenes. Could it be…


    His nce flicked to Christina, who wore a quiet, almost smug smirk. Was she the mastermind?


    The idea crept into Lyman’s mind, but he dismissed it just as fast. That gorgeous woman pulling strings like this? Impossible. She didn’t have that kind of reach. The Prince of Eighshire was guarded like a fortress since birth. He wouldn’t risk his neck for her. If not her, then who?


    Lyman’s eyes shifted to Robin, but dismissed Robin instantly. His attention finally settled on Dn. It seemed possible that Dn had orchestrated the whole thing, but the scale of it all… Was that really worth it just to unravel his false im?


    Meanwhile, Lorraine repeatedly scrolled through the feed, staring at the harsh truth. Her mentor—the person she’d trusted—was a fraud. Her hands clenched as she looked up at Lyman, rage and betrayal burning in her eyes. “Are you really a fake?”


    Lyman didn’t respond. He stood there, stiff and silent.


    That was all Lorraine needed. Her restraint shattered like ss. Eyes zing, she lunged forward, seizing his cor and shouting, “Why? Why did you deceive me like that, you filthy liar?”


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    She seethed with humiliation. She’d sung his praises, proud and loud—now she looked like a fool.


    Lyman was in no better state—his pride wounded by the scene. Being manhandled in front of everyone by a woman was more than he could tolerate. With a hard grip, he tore her hands away and gave her a violent shove.


    Lorraine stumbled backward, crashing onto the floor with a yelp.


    “You wanna know why?” Lyman growled, venom dripping from his voice. “Because you’re a damn fool. And your whole n’s just as clueless!”


    Lorraine was shoved to the floor, hitting hard, the sting of betrayal coursing through her, apanied by the insult of being called an idiot. Angry and upset, she struggled to her feet without a word and charged at Lyman, engaging him in a scuffle.


    “Idiot, huh? You’re the real idiot here!” Lorraine shouted as she grappled with Lyman. Despite being at a disadvantage, she refused to back down.


    In mere moments, they were a disheveled mess, entangled in each other’s grasp.


    Celine, unable to watch the chaos any longer, signaled the security personnel to help Lorraine.


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