Amy
The room was packed, lights blinding, cameras flashing, and microphones thrust forward. Chad stood at the podium, his presence commanding, a cold smirk on his face as he scanned the crowd of journalists. Amy sat in the front row, flanked by Kael, her hands clenched in her lap. Every muscle in her body was taut.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Chad began, voice smooth but dripping with venom. “Today, I’m here to expose the truth about a crime that has shaken our very foundations. Mrs Amy Woods, a woman trusted in business and society, is responsible for the murder of Former Queen Woods. She planned it, executed it, and used her influence to cover it up.”
Gasps filled the room. Cameras clicked furiously. Reporters shouted questions, but Chad raised a hand to silence them. “I have proof. Witn
