“Please, enjoy the rest of the evening,” I concluded, keeping my tone calm and measured.

I handed the microphone back to the master of ceremonies.

The applause started slowly, led by the local politicians and business leaders at the front tables, before spreading throughout the hall.

I walked down the side steps of the stage, Mr. Han following a respectable two paces behind me.

Two security guards in dark suits immediately moved to flank us, keeping the curious onlookers at a distance.

I did not head toward the VIP lounge.

Instead, I walked straight toward the Mercers’ table.

Vivian stepped back as I approached, her shoulder hitting the high back of her chair.

“Maya,” Daniel gasped, taking a step forward before the security guard raised a hand to stop him. “Maya, what is the meaning of this?”

“It is exactly what the announcer said, Daniel,” I said softly.

Claire found her voice, though it was high and cracked with panic. “You lied to us. You’ve been playing some sick game this whole time!”