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The way people around me looked at me changed instantly.
It was as if I were a carrier of disease, and everyone recoiled, creating distance.
My mother’s move, pulling the rug out from under me, was truly brilliant.
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She thought this would force me to turn off the live stream and back down.
Too bad.
I curved my lips into a smile, pulled a portable charger from my handbag, and calmly and deliberately connected it to my phone.
“Mom, are you talking about *these* men?”
I tapped open my phone gallery, displaying the high-definition footage I had just captured using the system’s recall function.
I held my phone screen up to the live camera, swiping through the pictures one by one.
Even though they were just screenshots from a mental recall, the clarity blew any
paparazzi shot out of the water.
“Chloe Hayes, I’ll ask you one more time. Do you recognize these men?”
The photos showed Chloe intimately embracing different men.
There were investors in tailored suits, muscular gym trainers, and even a lead singer of
an underground band with bright green hair.
The locations varied from luxury hotel suites to the backseats of cars, to dimly lit bar
booths.
The poses…were varied and too explicit to watch.
These were all photos that had only been leaked by paparazzi in my previous life, *after* 1
died.
At the time, Chloe had already been championed by Julian as the epitome of pure innocence. When these photos came out, the entire internet was stunned.
Julian, to protect her reputation, spent a fortune buying back all the photos, then blamed
the scandal on a rival actress.
Didn’t expect this, Julian.
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Your paid-for black history? Here it is, free and in high-definition replay, courtesy of me.
“No! This isn’t me!”
Chloe went wild, rushing forward to snatch my phone.
“These photos are fake! They’re doctored! Cassie Hayes, you’re so malicious, you used your own face to Photoshop onto mine just to ruin me!”
Hah, blame-shifting.
I calmly pulled my phone back, then took a small USB drive from my bag.
“Inside this, I have the original video footage l’accidentally’ recorded during the recall… oh, sorry, during my ‘accidental’ filming.””
“Since you claim they’re photoshopped, why don’t we connect it to the ballroom’s big screen right now? We can invite the media and technical experts present to verify it together, and see who’s really lying?”
Of course, I had no original video footage.
The USB drive was empty.
But that didn’t matter.
What mattered was Chloe’s guilty conscience.
Her face instantly turned paper-white. She clutched Julian’s arm desperately, trembling
all over.
“Julian…she’s doing this on purpose, she just wants to humiliate me…Even if they’re fake, I don’t want those dirty things to be seen by everyone…”
Julian protectively pulled her into his embrace, then looked at me, his gaze chillingly cold.
“Cassie Hayes, do you really think I’ll be afraid of you if you use such despicable tactics to ruin Chloe’s reputation? Give it up!”
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“My mother said it! You’re the one with the messy private life! Don’t make a scene here!”
I sneered.
“Alright, since you all insist it’s me, then let’s go to the hospital for a check-up right now.
Do you dare?”
Chloe’s breath hitched. Her nails dug so hard into Julian’s arm, they almost broke his
skin.
“I…”
She stammered, unable to form words.
Julian made the decision for her.
“We’ll go! I’ll make sure you lose so completely that you can’t say a word!”
He called over their family doctor, a professional-looking middle-aged woman.
I shrugged nonchalantly, following the female doctor into a private room.
Ten minutes later, the doctor emerged, shaking her head at Julian.
“Mr. Sterling, Ms. Hayes is perfectly healthy, no issues whatsoever.”
I looked at Chloe, calmly composed.
“Sister, your turn”
Chloe’s face flushed crimson. Her eyes darted away, and she slowly backed away, step by
step.
Just as everyone was waiting to see her embarrassed, she suddenly clutched her lower abdomen and dropped a bombshell.
“I can’t be examined! Because…because I’m already pregnant with Julian’s baby!”
The words hung in the air, and the entire room froze.
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I feigned a gasp, covering my mouth, but the amusement in my eyes was practically
overflowing.
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I turned to the live camera, my voice dripping with fake innocence.
“Pregnant? Oh my goodness!”
“I remember, the Sterling family and our family only officially finalized the engagement a
month ago, right? Sister, if you’re already pregnant now, doesn’t that mean…you two have been secretly carrying on an affair for a while?”
“Oh dear, if you had told me earlier that you and Julian were madly in love, I wouldn’t have
agreed to this engagement.”
“And Julian, you clearly already got my sister pregnant, so why did you still agree to get engaged to me and host this gala? Aren’t you…committing marriage fraud?”
My voice, carried through my phone, clearly echoed throughout the room and across the
entire internet.
I emphasized the words “marriage fraud” heavily.
I saw Julian Sterling’s father, the esteemed Mr. Sterling, the hand holding his champagne glass give a sudden, violent twitch.
