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    Aimee, barely clinging to herst shred of sanity, choked out through her sobs, “Juelz, avenge bme/b…” Her voice wasced

    with venomous resentment.

    Aimee seethed inwardly, “Everyone is staring at me, and some are evenughing at my misery. It’s all because of bthat /bmasked witch–if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Damn her! She deserves to die!” Aimee’s words were barely audible, reaching only Juelz, who stood close by.

    He hugged Aimee tightly, preventing her from scratching herself, and said gently, “Don’t be afraid, sis. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

    miliate my sister? Do you think the Castillo family has no crk

    Then, ring at the crowd, he snapped, “How dare you to

    defend her?”

    Skr retorted without a trace of fear, “The Castillo family is truly a unique group–do you even understand humannguage?” She sharply added, “We all know very well who’s bullying whom here. Aren’t you worried about facing consequences for spreading such lies?”

    “Such a sharp tongue! You won’t back down until you hit rock bottomb, /bwill you? Don’t me me for calling the cops on you.” Juelz sneered.

    Skr remained unfazed. Curling her fingers in a provocative gesture, she retorted, “Go ahead, let the police investigate. We’ll find out who’s telling the truth and who’s bullying whom,”

    The onlookers, hearing both sides present their arguments, were unsure whom to believe and began whispering amongst themselves. “It’s a ssic case; both have made their points. Who’s really at fault here?”

    “Who knows? Let’s wait and see. Mr. Castillo is calling the police–they’ll handle the situation when they arrive,” another person added.

    “Isn’t today meant to be a good day? Wouldn’t calling/the police ruin the celebration?” A young man said, “Miss Castillo is known for her good character–she would never act like this. But this masked woman was hiding her identity at a medical conference. Who knows what she wants?”

    He intentionally directed the conversation toward Skr, skillfully influencing the crowd’s perception and swaying public opinion against her. Juelz exchanged a nce with him; then, both deliberately looked away with casual indifference.

    He continued sharply, “All of us here have made our mark in the medical field–the organizers sent us personal invitations.” He turned to Skr and added, “But you? You don’t seem to be a recognized expert in our field. How did you even gain entry here?

    “What’s your true intention? Don’t tell me you weren’t invited, felt humiliated, and crashed the event abotage it?” With just a few words, he revealed the entire story, portraying Skr as the troublemaker,

    “You should acknowledge your mistake and apologize to Miss Castillo, or you might find yourself facing serious consequences.” By now, the crowd had been thoroughly influenced by his words, and a ripple of murmurs passed through

    them.

    Someone in the crowd shouted, “Rhys Khan is right! What kind of normal person shows up at a banquet wearing a bmask /bbto /b

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    hide their identity? Unless they’re up to no good and afraid of being recognizedter.”

    “Exactly, I agree,” another voice chimed in.

    “Who are you? If you have nothing to hide, remove the mask and show us your true face!” someone else challenged.

    “She just hurt someone right in front of everyone–that’s intentional! We shouldn’t hold back. Let’s go confront her band /bfind out what kind of troublemaker is stirring things up!” another person yelled.

    Several individuals pushed through the crowd, advancing aggressively. Juelz’s lips curled slightly. ‘If you humiliate bmy /bsister, you’ll pay the price,‘ he thought.

    Juelz quietly gave Aimee half an antidote pill and leaned iin /ito whisper with an air of feigned concern, “Just hang in there for now, sis. We need to preserve the evidence.”

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