Regardless of whether Andres made a statement or not, his reputation was on the line.
If he stayed silent, the public would take it as a tacit admission.
If he fiercely denied it, the internet would crucify him for being a coward who wouldn't claim his girlfriend.
And if he brought Maeve into the mess now, it would throw her directly into the line of fire.
The public didn't care about the truth. They had crowned Anya as their flawless angel, and they were utterly convinced Andres was her man.
If Andres publicly denied Anya's claims and announced Maeve as his actual wife, the internet wouldn't just refuse to believe him—they would likely tear Maeve apart.
It was the dark side of mob mentality.
"Boss, the media circus is basically forcing your hand," Hans noted grimly. "What's our next move?"
Hans had to admit, he had severely underestimated Anya. The last time she had shown up at Orca Group trying to force a marriage, he thought she was delusional. But this time, she had executed a terrifyingly perfect PR campaign.
Lounging in his leather executive chair, Andres lazily spun a designer pen between his fingers.
His expression was entirely unbothered.
The chaotic media storm didn't affect him in the slightest, mostly because Maeve had already accurately predicted every single beat of this disaster before it even started.
Anya's strategy seemed like a massive victory, but she had already stepped blindly into the trap Maeve had set for her.
Andres shot Hans a cool look.
"Just sit back and enjoy the show. I'm actually quite curious to see how she plans to play her next hand."
Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the Aethelburg University campus, Leah Ford gave Anya an exaggerated thumbs-up.
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