Chapter 59
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-06-30 13:19:18
The truth was now clear to everyone present at the event: Charlotte Sullivan and Elysian Bloom were innocent.

The entire scandal was nothing more than a vile plot, a cruel act of blackmail orchestrated with surgical precision and venomous intent.

The tension in the hall slowly melted into applause, whispers of admiration, and even tears of sympathy.

Charlotte stood up from her seat slowly, still processing the magnitude of what had just occurred.

Her eyes locked onto Logan’s, and in an instant, she rushed into his arms.

Their embrace was full of relief, gratitude, and love.

“Thank you,” she whispered through her tears.

“Thank you for always fighting for me and never giving up.”

Logan tightened his hold on her, brushing her hair back gently.

“You’re the best decision I ever made, Charlotte. No one will ever hurt you again.”

While they were still locked in that emotional moment, John and Barbara approached, their faces lit with pride and warmth.

“Logan,” Barb
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