The lobby swarm feels like a courtroom without a judge: microphones thrust, questions sharp, Olivia’s arrest echoing off marble floors. Meanwhile, Hamilton’s calm denial—‘I’m already married’—lands like a gavel. The real twist? He’s walking away *from* power, *toward* simplicity. *Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom* flips the trope: the runaway isn’t running *to* wealth—but *from* it. 💔✨