"This..."
What's going on?
Instead of the expected clamor of relentless questions from reporters, there was no chaos, no urgency, but an eerie silence filled the room crowded with people!
Everyone stretched their necks curiously toward the inside, and Juliana Vanderbilt sensed something was amiss. She let go of Oliver Timmerman's arm and walked nervously towards the room.
As she pushed through the reporters and made her way to the front, her initially excited and joyous face gradually turned ashen.
She even incredulously stepped backward twice, as a chill ran down her spine in an instant, and her pale face was now covered with panic.
The headmaster, who had been pushed to the very front by the reporters, now stood rooted to the spot, trembling, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.
"Wow, quite the spectacle, eh? Who would have thought that our little poker game could make the headlines?"
