#Chapter 279: Lights Camera…

The studio lights glared, casting a surreal glow as the cameras began to roll. My heart pounded like a drumbeat, resonating through my chest. I found myself seated across from Bette Frieman and could barely keep my hands and legs from shaking. Her warm smile was reassuring amidst the sea of faces in the live audience. "Evie, it's a pleasure to have you here today," Bette greeted me, her demeanor radiating warmth and ease. My throat tightened, and for a fleeting moment, I felt frozen in place. The weight of the live audience's expectant gazes bore down on me. I struggled to compose myself, battling the overwhelming sensation of being under a microscope. "Bette, thank you. I'm honored to be here," I managed to reply, my voice betraying the nerves coursing through me. Bette leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Let's dive right in, shall we? The Erickson case has been making headlines on and off for a while now. Can you shed some light on your involvement and the intricacies