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The confrontation in the grand foyer had reached a boiling point, the air thick with the scent of spilled red wine and the sharp tang of hostility. Feifei and her circle of socialites, sensing blood in the water, pounced on the opportunity to tear Chloe Bishop down in front of the city's elite. Their voices rose in a coordinated chorus of condemnation, drawing a massive crowd of onlookers