Thalassa was thunderstruck; the recorded conversation was an outright setup to frame her!

The voices were familiar, too familiar. Thalassa was certain she knew them both.

She turned to Zoey, her eyes blazing with disbelief and rage.

The man's voice... it hit her. It was Lance, Zoey's boyfriend!

She had only met Lance once at their graduation party, heard him speak just that one time, but Thalassa could never forget Lance's voice, especially when he was with Zoey. There was no mistaking it!

Zoey, under Thalassa's accusatory gaze, lowered her head, her eyes darting everywhere, clearly panicked.

Her hands clenched, her thoughts a tangled mess.

What was Lance thinking? Hadn't he promised there would be no trace, that nobody would ever find out?

there

room was palpable as the recording continued to

dance to the tune of the

that moment, Zoey genuinely hesitated about going

broadcast live, covered by media nationwide, spotlighting the winner. If you win, not only will the Whole country recognize your name, but you could also make waves internationally. This is your

protested, "But why can't I dream of

The semifinals were a lesson. You didn't clinch first place even then; how do

design clashing with the harsh reality of her

a golden opportunity for

could mean waiting indefinitely for another chance to emerge from

support of the Sinclair Group and Lysander, a once-dominant

she hadn't even secured the top spot in the semifinals? After a brief pause, Zoey made

to produce

her,

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