Charity dinner 2

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“Cassie Hayes, are you insane? Turn off that phone!” 

Julian’s voice carried a hint of suppressed fury. 

I wiggled my phone, and the rapidly scrolling comments on the screen made his pupils 

constrict. 

“Insane?” I smirked. “I’m perfectly lucid. Mr. CEO, aren’t you the expert on monetizing 

traffic? With such massive drama, how else will you hit your KPIs without a live stream?” 

My father’s face turned purple with rage. He pointed at me and roared, “You, you rebellious girl! Turn that off right now! You’re disgracing our family!” 

“Disgrace?” I smiled even wider. “Dad, when you just accepted that million-dollar check from Julian, why didn’t you think about our family’s ‘honor’ then?” 

With one sentence, my father’s face went from purple to white. 

My mother panicked too, rushing forward to snatch my phone. 

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“Cassie, what nonsense are you spewing! What check? Are you out of your mind from 

shock?” 

I lightly sidestepped her, dodging her grab. 

“Easy, Mom. The real show is just beginning.” 

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Chloe, seeing the situation going south, immediately buried herself in Julian’s arms, tears streaming down her face. 

“Julian…it’s all my fault. Sister must be acting this way because of me…she didn’t mean 

it, please don’t be angry with her.” 

Julian lovingly embraced her, then turned to me, his gaze as cold as ice. 

“Cassie Hayes, you’re clearly ungrateful. All your so-called personas have been stripped 

bare! Who are you trying to fool with your ‘socialite’ act? You’re nothing but a gold-digger 

who built a fake image to con fans out of money!” 

“Let me tell you this right now, a woman like you isn’t fit to tie my shoes!” 

“Oh?” 

I calmly and deliberately wiped my phone screen, facing the live camera, a cool and 

unbothered smile on my face. 

“Since Mr. Sterling put it that way, then let’s talk about who’s the gold-digger, and who’s truly ‘dirty’.”‘ 

I activated [Truth Recall]. 

Target: Chloe Hayes. 

Instantly, a series of images flashed through my mind. 

The smile on my lips grew wider. 

“Chloe Hayes, my dear sister. You told your followers that all your design works are brimming with creativity, a reflection of your pure heart, right?” 

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Chloe froze, not knowing what trick I was pulling, and could only nod tearfully. 

“Sister, I…I just love design. I never meant to compete with you for anything!” 

“Don’t be silly,” I interrupted her. “As your older sister, I simply *must* promote you.” 

I faced the live camera and slowly began to speak. 

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“Three days ago, at 2:15 PM, you met an independent designer named Marcus Green at 

‘Whispering Winds’ Café. You paid him fifty thousand dollars to buy out a set of jewelry 

designs called ‘Starlight Dream, then immediately turned around and posted on your Ins, 

claiming you stayed up three nights designing it as a ‘surprise’ for Julian.” 

“Am I right?” 

Chloe’s face went paper-white in an instant. 

She stared at me in horror, her lips trembling. 

“You…you’re lying! I don’t even know anyone named Marcus Green!” 

“Don’t know him?” I laughed. “Well, Marcus Green has a burn scar on his left wrist, from 

when you accidentally spilled coffee on him. He even smiled and said it was fine, that it 

was an honor to be scalded by the ‘Miss Hayes! He was so loyal to you, you really shouldn’t 

disown him now.” 

The live stream comments went wild. 

“Holy sh*t! Plagiarism? Seriously?” 

“She’s got all the details! Time, place, person, even a scar! If this is made up, I’ll eat my own shoe standing on my head!” 

“@WhisperingWindsCafe, we need the surveillance! @DesignerMarcusGreen, get out here and confront her!” 

Julian’s face also completely darkened. He wasn’t a fool; he knew that for me to be so specific, it couldn’t be a baseless rumor. 

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He looked at Chloe, a hint of scrutiny entering his eyes. 

Chloe was on the verge of tears, clutching his arm desperately. 

“Julian, don’t listen to her! She’s jealous of me, she’s trying to frame me!” 

Just then, my mother, my dearest mother, rushed forward again. 

This time, she didn’t try to snatch my phone. Instead, with a heartbroken and furious tone, she screamed at everyone, and at my live camera: 

“Enough! Cassie Hayes! How much longer are you going to cause a scene?!” 

“We didn’t want you to marry Julian, not because we favor Chloe, but because you…you’re simply not pure!” 

“At such a young age, you messed around with those questionable influencers and shady businessmen. You’ve contracted an incurable disease! We were afraid you’d harm Julian, that’s why we were forced to resort to this drastic measure!” 

That blow was even more vicious than the public breakup. 

More toxic than accusing me of being hypocritical and materialistic. 

This was meant to utterly obliterate my social standing. 

The entire room fell into a dead silence. 

The live stream comments also paused for a second. 

Then, they exploded with even greater fury.