Wyatt saw Payton cornered by a barrage of questions from a kid who was barely seven, and quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"How could that possibly be his intention? Besides, that video might not even be real," Wyatt was still trying to wiggle his way out with excuses.

"Wyatt, just now, you were so quick to bring in two people to falsely claim my mom copied that lady's work, all without a shred of evidence. Yet now, with both audio and video evidence laid out before you, you're calling it fake. Are you behind this? Why else would you keep defending that lady?" Atticus Sinclair spoke to Wyatt in a calm, yet cutting manner.

Wyatt wasn't afraid of direct accusations or harsh words, but this straightforward, piercing approach left him speechless.

Just moments ago, Wyatt was all slick talk, but faced with Atticus Sinclair's calm demeanor, his face froze.

Looking around nervously, he retorted, "I'm the head of the organizers. I decide who gets protected!"

"Is that so? Unfortunately, it's not up to you," Atticus Sinclair said with a smile, chilling and distant, reminiscent of Lysander's, carrying an indescribable sense of pressure.

Wyatt was taken aback, asking subconsciously, "What do you mean?"

Thalassa was clueless about the meaning behind those words, too caught up in the joy of seeing her son, barely noticing the tense atmosphere.

outdoor jumbotron was also showing the surveillance video with

anything, Callum added, "Oh, and by the way, all of our backstage conversations were also broadcast live on the stage's big

this with a gentle smile on his

a smiling face,

reached his eyes. At

it

his phone, he had

was being broadcast live to

media and the audience got to know the full

his face full of astonishment, left

towards Payton for help,

smoke swirling around him,

SWI

Payton's state, Wyatt

beaded on his forehead as he hurriedly said, "Let's call it quits here,

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