Chapter 318
The livestream audience held their breath, with the barrage of comments dwindling to a trickle.
Evelyn Roland's wine glass refracted a mesmerizing glow under the lights as her lips curved into a faint smirk.
[What the hell is happening?!]
[This plot twist hit faster than a tornado!]
[So there's more to that wine-tasting competition scandal?]
Bianca Savigny inched closer to the screen, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Dominic Laurent cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly. "If Miss Roland hadn't intervened that day, I might've..."
He left the sentence unfinished, but everyone understood.
The chat exploded instantly.
[Wait—so Evelyn saved him?!]
[Where are all those trolls who accused Château Blanc of poisoning people? Show yourselves!]
Evelyn tapped the table with her fingertips, her rhythm unhurried.
"You flatter me, Mr. Laurent." She lifted her gaze to the camera. "It was nothing."
Dominic suddenly stood and bowed deeply toward the lens.
"I came today specifically to thank you." He pulled out a document. "This is the hospital report proving someone tampered with my drink that day."
The livestream erupted.
[Bombshell revelation!]
[I knew Evelyn was framed!]
Bianca gripped the back of her chair, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
Yet Evelyn remained composed, as if she'd anticipated this all along.
She swirled her glass, the crimson liquid spiraling inside.
"There's no need for this, Mr. Laurent." Her voice was cool. "The truth always comes to light."
Comments flooded the screen as viewer numbers skyrocketed.
[This is more intense than a drama series!]
[So who's behind the plot against Château Blanc?]
Dominic wiped his brow, about to speak—
The screen went black.
Three seconds later, the feed restored.
Evelyn's red lips curled into a dangerous smile.
"Seems someone's getting nervous."