The press conference ended in a farce. Terrified, Victor couldn't string a coherent sentence together in the face of the reporters' relentless questions, and he was finally "escorted" out in disgrace by the hotel security.
The next day, the news of his attempt to frame me backfiring spread across the internet. His company's stock price plummeted to its limit, leaving it a hollow shell. With banks and investors calling in their loans, all the properties and luxury cars under his name were seized to pay off his debts. The once-shining Mr. Gower had lost everything overnight, drowning in debt.
As for Celeste, once she realized there was no hope for Victor's comeback, she vanished without a trace. Word had it she'd snatched up the last of the cash Victor had stashed at home and bought a plan
