The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 79

As Leo practically became Henry’s shadow, his squeaky clean image quickly captured the media’s attention. Every small act of kindness lie performed was portrayed as another significant achievement in his career. Charitable donations, community service, and public appearances were all carefully orchestrated to enhance his image. The media and the public ate it up.

Not only did Leo’s genuine reforms begin to soften the business community’s stance. towards him, but he also gained a loyal fanbase. A group of diehard supporters, including an army of blind fangirls, rallied behind him, creating an online presence dedicated to singing his praises. They posted about him relentlessly, celebrating his every move, night and day,”

I couldn’t help but feel aghast as I watched him publicly participate in one staged event after another. He attended charity galas, donated to orphanages, and took part in cancer awareness walks. The more Leo appeared in the media, the more the public seemed to fall under his spell, mesmerized by his seemingly altruistic actions. The truth was, they only

saw the surface. What they didn’t see, what I could see clearly, was that underneath his

calculated kindness, there was something far darker at play.

Leo’s fans were ecstatic to see him back on the ice rink, and there was no doubt that his

return to his rightful place in the business world was a step forward. The situation had

shifted, and everyone was on his side–everyone except me. I alone saw beyond his polished image, beyond the charity work and the media–friendly gestures. I knew that the more Leo tried to appear kind and generous, the more trouble would be waiting for us.

down the road.

the last rays of sunlight were fading, and his presence

said smoothly, his

the air. As if on cue, he offered to make me coffee, all the while wearing

Chapter 79

must be tired after work, Leo continued, a voice syrupy sweet. “Please allow me to

for you.

action designed to win the admiration of the office. It wasn’t lost on me that a few employees, drawn by the spectacle, were watching intently, whispering under their breaths.

one of them whispered. “It was Melody who

not him.”

me coffee and croissants, but the murderous glint in his icy eyes told me all I needed to know. This wasn’t about kindness. This was about control. He had never been the

cure this was

a larger, more

the coffee in front of me, I didn’t let

his first name for the first time in a long while. “It seems like you’ve finally grown out of your

influences.”

could feel. “Oh, you flatter me, Miss Laura,” he replied, his tone as humble as a man with a thousand secrets. “I’m just

us, no doubt prepared to leak the footage to the press the moment they could. But I didn’t

career is facing a tough