The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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.

question, "While the audio was playing, the outdoor jumbotron was also showing the surveillance video with sound." Wyatt was shocked, his eyes widened as

by the way, all of our backstage conversations

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backstage was being broadcast live to the big screen

the media and the audience got to know the full story in

this, Wyatt's pupils shrank in shock, his face full of astonishment, left with

towards Payton for

cigarette, the smoke swirling around him,

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state, Wyatt knew he

said, "Let's call it quits here, move out,