Chapter 86

• Lillian's POV
• The conference hall looked like something out of a war zone. Reporters packed shoulder to shoulder, camera lights flashing with all the subtlety of a lightning storm. The moment Isabelle Laurent stepped onto the platform in her crisp white suit, the room went mute.
• I sat on my couch at home, barefoot, in silk pajamas, with a bowl of buttered popcorn in my lap. My laptop was propped up on the coffee table, the livestream playing in full HD. The irony was delicious. Just a few months ago, Isabelle had practically ruled this city’s social and corporate circles. Now she looked cornered.