Chapter 135

ISABELLA’S POV

I was sitting on my couch that afternoon, my TV tuned on some spaces away. The live broadcast had been on for nearly an hour, but my focus hadn’t wavered.

There on the screen was Michael, seated among the press, his expression calm but resolute, just as we had rehearsed together the night before.

His dark suit was perfectly tailored, and his eyes were sharp. Michael sat in the center of the long table, surrounded by journalists whose pens moved rapidly across their notepads, eager to catch every word.

His posture was upright, shoulders squared, but I could of course feel the tension he bore.

I leaned forward on the couch as Michael began speaking, his voice strong and unwavering despite the gravity of what he was about to expose.

"After months of working with Robert Carlisle, I’ve uncovered disturbing truths."

Michael began, his voice steady but his eyes darkening with emotion.

"I discovered that he’s been altering the properties of our product to make it more addict