"If my investigation is correct, your Valley Pack has always been a small and weak clan, even in your father's generation. There's no way you could repay a three-million debt on your own." "And this money came from a private, anonymous account. Which means Tammy obviously knew nothing about it." Tammy nodded blankly, confirming that she had no idea. "Most importantly, the only people who knew in detail that Tammy liked Adrian were us—and you. We have no reason to frame her. But you… you had three million reasons to betray her. You sold her personal info for a payoff, didn’t you?" Brandon’s face finally changed at my nearly flawless deduction. Sweat instantly poured down his forehead. He had no way to refute any of it. But he still tried to resist, gritting his teeth. "So what? That’s all just your speculation! You have no real proof!" "You know full well what’s speculation and what isn’t. Don’t make me bring out something even bigger." I locked my eyes on him and lowered my voice. Brandon flinched, his mouth twitching, and panic spread across his face. "Brandon, are you really sure you’re not going to confess?" He finally crumbled, dropping to his knees with a loud thud. "Fine! I admit it—I spread everything about her. But that guy told me it wouldn’t hurt her. He said she’s a celebrity, that the publicity would actually boost her popularity…" "You absolute idiot!" I snapped. "You just believed that? Tammy’s entire image is based on purity and innocence! You dumped a scandal on her out of nowhere—you could’ve made her lose everything, including her fanbase. Do you get that?" Brandon opened his mouth, stole a glance at Tammy, and muttered, "Then… what should I do now?" Tammy had been in a state of disbelief the whole time. "You…" Her voice trembled. Brandon was a mess. All that cocky charm was gone—he looked nothing but terrified. "I’m sorry, Tammy…"I clicked my tongue. "Saying sorry now means nothing. If you really want to redeem yourself, then tell me—who sent you that money?" Brandon hesitated, fumbled for words, but said nothing. "What is it? You won’t say? Or were you threatened?" He shook his head. "I don’t know who he is." I stared at him. "Do you at least remember what he looked like?" Brandon paused, then spoke slowly. "He looked… delicate. Gentle, even. But his eyes were cold. The most distinct thing was—he had a tiny pink butterfly-shaped scar on his brow bone." Aiden's expression changed instantly. "What did you say? A butterfly-shaped scar?" My eyes widened too. Brandon might not know who Andrix is—but Aiden and I definitely do. That scar, right on the brow bone, was from when Andrix fell out of a tree at age five and smashed his head on a rock. He’s had it ever since. So the mastermind behind all this… was Andrix? I glanced at Aiden. He’d already furrowed his brow. Andrix targeting Tammy was probably just a cover. The real goal was to get to Adrian—and through him, Eclipse Pack. "I don’t think Andrix did this alone. Lawson Corp must be behind him." This was a calculated move from both Andrix and Lawson Corp—designed to throw us into chaos and tear us apart from the inside. But it won’t be that easy. I stared Brandon down. "Here’s your shot at redemption." He blinked in confusion. "What do you want me to do?" "You still have the contact number, right? Call him. Say three million isn’t enough—you want five. If they don’t pay, you’ll expose everything." Brandon bit his lip. "But I already sold the evidence. They don’t care if I talk now. I have nothing on them." I gave him a small smile. "This call you’re about to make—that is your evidence."Something clicked in Brandon’s brain. He scrambled to pull out his phone and made the call. As expected, the guy on the other end immediately launched into sarcasm and mockery. I nudged Brandon to turn on speakerphone and quietly recorded everything. After he hung up, Brandon stared at the floor like a kid who got caught cheating on a test. "Alright," I said, smirking. "Now let’s deal with Tammy’s situation. Here’s what you’re going to do: get on Twitter, explain your relationship with Adrian, clarify how that kiss was an accident, and also—talk about your connection to Brandon." Tammy’s face scrunched like she’d bitten a lemon. "But… if I say all that, won’t it confirm that I have feelings for Adrian? Then I’ll lose even more fans." I shook my head. "So what’s the alternative? Are you planning to hide your feelings for Adrian for the rest of your life? Lie to your fans forever?"