In the end, Chun's downfall was swift and merciless. Her desperate pleas and frantic attempts to salvage her position only served to underscore the depth of her treachery. As she was escorted out, her cries reverberated through the corridors. The room's occupants could see the dawning horror of her inevitable defeat etched across her face—a grim reminder that the facade of a white lotus and green tea act could only hold for so long before the truth inevitably surfaced.
Kendrick's mind was a tumultuous whirlpool of questions, each revelation crashing over him like an unrelenting wave. His grandmother's guiding hand, once a beacon of wisdom, now felt like a shroud, blinding him to the harsh realities that loomed. The weight of his decisions bore down on him with an almost suffocating intensity, and the anger that simmered within his chest roared to life like a storm gathering strength, ready to unleash its fury.