Inside the office, Jane shrugged as the secretary of the Chief Prosecutor stepped out.
"I’m worried. Do you think Prosecutor Lancaster will be fine? I an... she’s really promising, especially working alongside Prosecutor Wayne," Jane said, her voice laced with concern.
"I’m sure she’ll be fine, especially if the rumours aren’t true," Matt reassured her.
Jane nodded but still looked uneasy. "True, but if you think about it... fraudulent marriages aren’t that hard to pull off nowadays. With the right makeup, contouring, prosthetics, and forged IDs, soone could easily impersonate another person. It’s a cri that’s easier to commit than people realize."
She hesitated for a mont, then added, "The article said the culprit is Prosecutor Lancaster’s best friend—and she works at a matchmaking company, so everything lines up."
Henry, who just entered, overheard and chid in with a grin, "You’re getting good at analyzing things, Jane. Want to assist Marlon with paralegal work?"
Jane’s face paled as she quickly waved him off. "No way! That job’s way too tiring and complex for ."
Marlon chuckled, nodding in agreent. "But you do have potential."
Jane sighed. "I know, right? I’m just smart! But seriously, the rumors could easily be shut down once Prosecutor Lancaster and Mr. Alexander Lancaster confirm their marriage isn’t a sham. Right, Prosecutor Wayne?"
Henry nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, but that doesn’t an the rumors are entirely baseless. Who knows? It could be like those drama shows where things start as a sham but turn real over ti. It’s definitely an eye-opener for the Bureau of Civil Affairs—they should consider adding fingerprint verification to the marriage registration process to prevent impersonation from happening again."
The group fell silent, mulling over the complexity of the situation.
"I wonder if the Board of Prosecutors will decide to suspend her," Jane mused, her brows furrowed with worry.
"They might," Marlon replied, leaning back in his chair. "It depends on how well she handles their questions and if they believe her version of events."
"But it’s not just the Board," Henry added. "The Bureau of Civil Affairs is involved too. If they think the marriage was a fraud, it could lead to even bigger problems for her—professionally and personally."
Jane sighed, "If they do that then it’s so unfair. All this over so baseless rumours?" Jane glanced at the screen of her computer, then paused, her eyes widening.
A few minutes passed in silence as everyone resud their work, the tension from earlier still lingering in the air. Suddenly, Jane gasped and burst out, "Mr. Alexander Lancaster just called for a press conference!"
All heads snapped in her direction.
"Should we inform the board about this?" she asked, her voice rising with urgency.
Marlon quickly stood up, moving toward Jane’s desk. "A press conference?" he muttered, leaning over to see her screen. "If he is making a statent, it might be best for the board to hear it before making any decisions."
Jane was already on her feet. "I’ll go tell them!" she said, rushing toward the conference room.
*****
anwhile, inside the bustling press room, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Reporters jostled for position, their caras focused on the podium at the front. The faint murmurs of speculation filled the air as they exchanged theories about the unfolding scandal.
"I can’t believe the reclusive tycoon is actually gracing us with his presence and willing to have his face publicized for the first ti!" one of the reporters exclaid, barely able to contain their excitent. For years, no one had managed to capture a public photo of the Lancaster brothers; they had always taken ticulous steps to protect their privacy.
Another reporter chid in, "This is huge! If he’s stepping into the spotlight now, it must be serious."
The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as they shuffled papers and adjusted their microphones, eager to hear what Alexander Lancaster had to say.
"Do you think he’ll confirm the marriage is a sham or real?" another reporter whispered, leaning over to get the latest scoop.
"And did you hear about William Lancaster? My colleague says he’s at the police station right now, and apparently Sanya Reed is his girlfriend! Can you believe it? This is bigger than any celebrity scandal. Honestly, with all the female celebrities eyeing the Lancaster brothers, it’s wild they got caught up in sothing like this."
"Not only that!" another reporter chid in, her eyes wide with excitent. "What will happen to Carla Cartier now? Everyone thought Alexander Lancaster stayed single because he was waiting for her! Their history is practically legendary."
"Yeah, I heard that too!" another reporter whispered back. "Carla’s been filming the biggest project in Starlu, and her manager hinted that she’ll be coming back ho after it’s done. Imagine the timing—just as this whole marriage scandal is blowing up!"
Starlu, located in Lay Country, was a global hub for the entertainnt industry, where the glitz and glamour of film and television ruled. The fact that Carla Cartier had been working on such a high-profile project there only added to the intrigue.
"If she cos back right in the middle of this ss, it’s going to be wild," one of the reporters murmured, already picturing the dia frenzy. "Everyone’s going to want a piece of that story."
"With Carla in the picture, and this marriage scandal hanging in the balance, the Lancaster brothers are about to be headline news for a while."
"Have you seen this Rain Clayton?" one reporter asked skeptically. "Is she even comparable to an international star like Carla Cartier? I an, we’re talking about soone who’s practically royalty in the entertainnt world."
Another reporter chid in, "Exactly. Carla’s got that Starlu star power—everyone knows her na, her face is on billboards everywhere."
"Not only that! Carla Cartier cos from a line of powerhouses. Her family practically owns half of the country’s influence," one of the reporters added with wide, brimming eyes. "Her grandfather’s the President, her dad’s a Field Marshal, and her mother’s practically a saint with all her charity work! I wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Sumr Cartier wins the mayoral race by a landslide here in ta City."
Another reporter nodded in agreent. "It’s a dynasty, really. So if this marriage between Alexander Lancaster and Rain Clayton is real, you have to wonder—what did Alexander see in this Rain Clayton? How could soone like her even co close to replacing a woman like Carla Cartier?"
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