The footage circulated in the media like wildfire. The ballroom erupted into chaos; the media shoved their way past security and guests. Everything was erupting. Mrs. Swan and Chairman Liev tried avoiding them, but microphones shot up from every direction, questions after questions.
"Mrs. Swan, any comments on the footage?" one reporter asked."Chairman Liev, did you authorize the injection?"
Mrs. Swan turned, but there was no escape. Hot tears burned in her eyes, her hands trembled, but nothing came out.
"Did you frame your son to take the fall for your lover?" another question bounced in her ears."No… no. Leave me alone!" She screamed, but it felt like her words only drew more attention."Is the era of Swan Global ended, or is this just another setup?"
The questions stabbed like daggers—each one more painful than the last.
