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.

as the last rays of sunlight were fading, and his

lovely today,” he said smoothly, his smile disarming. “I

the air. As if

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Leo continued, a voice syrupy sweet. “Please

for

the office. It wasn’t lost on me that

is such a gentleman,” one of them whispered. “It was Melody who hurt

not him.”

like a charm on them. But I wasn’t fooled. Leo might have been offering 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 type to

cure this was

a larger, more calculated

coffee in front of me, I didn’t let him continue with his charade.

smiling gently, addressing him by his first name for the first time in a

influences.”

me, Miss Laura,” he replied, his tone as humble as a man with a thousand secrets. “I’m

believe a word of it. As we sat in my office pantry, I noticed the subtle click of mobile cameras. Some of my staff were recording us, no doubt prepared to leak the footage to the press the moment they could. But I didn’t mind. There was no harm in free publicity, especially

playing the part of the grateful, moved businesswoman. “Although your career is facing a tough time, LB Cooperation is honored to sign you as a substitute player in the silver category.