After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted into an uproar.
The panting from the speakers lingered, and the video on the large screen even began to loop.
In the hall, Asher's face turned deathly pale.
He rushed toward the backstage control room like a madman, knocking over countless tables and chairs along the way.
However, his efforts were destined to be in vain.
I had already instructed the operator that once the video started playing, the control room door was to be locked immediately; no matter who came pounding on it, it wasn't to be opened.
Aria collapsed to the ground, her face ashen. She didn't even care that her dress strap had slipped, giving everyone an eyeful; she simply covered her face and sobbed hysterically.
Among the guests, those so‑called friends of mine who h
