The curse from the past echoed in Mark's ears.
Yet, inside Mark's mind—which was beginning to be consumed by darkness—the last remnants of his denial refused to die. The ego of a Valerius, ingrained in him for decades, forced him to keep searching for a loophole.
With his last ounce of strength, Mark slowly looked up. His listless gaze shifted to the legs of the mahogany desk in front of him.
He tried to grip the edge of the desk, hoping there was a sliver of miracle left for him.
Mark looked at Celine with eyes that conveyed empty hope.
His voice sounded very hoarse as he began to whisper, trying to piece together a final, futile defense.
"Celine… all the evidence in the media is fake."
"That must be manipulation by the Sterling Group's legal team, right?"
