Who cares where it is, we’ve already taken a seat after all.

Not only did she sit, but her back was also straight as a rod.

Jared Quinn watched her little actions with a smile at the corner of his lips.

Melody Thorne glanced down at the time, and the crowd below was already restless.

Luna Lancaster was escorted onto the stage by Harold Chapman himself, while the reporters below had their lights flashing incessantly.

"Miss Lancaster, can you tell us if you really accidentally fell from the building that day?"

"Miss Lancaster, why did you personally reveal your sister’s death and implicate the murderer behind the scenes, yet suddenly choose to come out publicly now?"

"Miss Lancaster, what’s really going on, please tell us the truth."

Not only were the reporters on site urging her, but everyone else also impatiently looked toward Luna Lancaster, demanding she quickly clarify the situation.

"Everyone quiet down," Harold Chapman raised his hand, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Quiet down and let Miss Lancaster explain what happened that day clearly."

Luna Lancaster sat trembling in her wheelchair, her eyes vigilantly scanning the crowd, terrified she might be assassinated at any moment.

"It was, it was me who falsely accused Melody Thorne, ah," Luna Lancaster barely uttered a sentence before screaming in fright, as a protective transparent screen rose from the part of the wheelchair her finger had pressed. Those at the front saw with the naked eye a black bullet embedded in the protective barrier in front of her.

"It was a silencer gun!" someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone panicked and scattered in all directions.

In the chaos, Sheryl Lancaster, who had failed in her attempt, tried to leave, but her left shoulder was suddenly firmly grasped by someone.

"Miss Lancaster, you’ve been waiting here for over half an hour, surely that’s enough," Harold Chapman glanced at the time and sneered.

Attempting to kill someone subtly in front of him was pure delusion.

Sheryl Lancaster’s face, already grim, turned as pale as if covered with a layer of white powder.

"Quiet," Harold Chapman had already brought her onto the stage, removing the mask from Sheryl Lancaster’s face in front of everyone so that those below could get a clear look.

The onlookers, including Sheryl Lancaster’s fans, screamed upon seeing her hideous face.

Is this still the goddess Sheryl we once knew?

"It’s her, she forced me to frame Melody Thorne for murder," Luna Lancaster, out of control, pointed towards her sister, "it’s all because of her, she’s not dead at all, her madness drove her to even want to kill me."

Sheryl Lancaster kept her eyes closed; she couldn’t bear facing those disdainful stares,

But Luna Lancaster’s words snapped something within her, "I’m mad? Didn’t you try to have me killed by selling me out in secret?"

The previous gunshot had scared Luna Lancaster out of her wits; she didn’t dare look into Sheryl Lancaster’s eyes. "What are you standing there for, hurry up and take her away."

Sheryl Lancaster was completely disappointed in her sister.

"So it turns out this entire scheme was orchestrated by the two of you to deceive the public, such vicious women, not only exploiting us reporters but also your fans, using the public to hurt others. You are simply unforgivable."

"These two women have snake-like hearts. We were your fans, believed in you, wanted justice for you, yet you exploited us completely."

"We even wronged Mrs. Quinn. It’s all over this time."