Chapter 8
[Poor Miss Davison, getting tricked by a guy like that for so long!]
[Scum like him should be blacklisted from the industry for good and never be allowed to make a comeback!]
I stared at the barrage of insults flashing across the livestream chat. But not a flicker of emotion crossed my face.
I knew exactly what this was.
This whole thing had been orchestrated by Shirley and Digby. They wanted to ruin me, to drag my name through the mud in front of everyone. But the louder they screamed now, the harder they’d fall later.
Seeing I was not reacting, Shirley’s confidence wavering for a moment. She frowned and asked in a low voice, “Cyril, what are you trying to pull? You think playing the victim will make me pity you?”
Despite that, I only met her gaze briefly but didn’t bother answering.
Just then, a group of high–profile clients walked over. Their eyes darted between Shirley and me, curiosity and doubt etched across their faces.
“Miss Davison,” one of them started cautiously, “are you sure about this? Mr. Martin… he doesn’t seem like the kind of man you described.”
Shirley froze for a second but quickly regained her composure, nodding firmly. “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t let him fool you. Some people look respectable on the surface but behind closed doors…” She trailed off dramatically.
Before she could finish, another client cut her off. “That can’t be right. Mr. Martin has been one of our most trusted partners. We’ve seen his professionalism firsthand.”
At that point, the color drained from Shirley’s face.
Sensing her falter, Digby jumped in, holding up his phone. “You don’t believe us? Fine! Here’s the proof! This video shows him entering a hotel with another woman. Still think he’s trustworthy?”
The video played on his screen. It showed me walking into a hotel alongside my sister. Out of context, I admit, it looked intimate.
The clients exchanged uneasy glances. One of them turned to me, frowning. “Mr. Martin, what is this?”
I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could get a word out, a group of well–dressed women who watched the video stormed toward me, their eyes blazing.
“So, you’ve been stringing all of us along? You think you can just use women and walk away?” One of them jabbed a manicured finger at me.
Another sneered. “No wonder you’ve been avoiding my calls. Guess you were too busy warming someone else’s bed!”
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“Cyril, you’re really shameless. You’ve seduced so many women, and you still dare to show up here!”
The accusations piled on, each one sharper than the last. Shirley and Digby watched the scene unfold, smirking triumphantly. They thought by finding a few people to slander me they would win, that they had me cornered.
“Calm down, ladies. A man like him isn’t worth your anger.” Digby feigned sympathy, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
Shirley nodded, adding her two cents. “Exactly. He’s already ruined. He won’t be able to show his face in this industry ever again.”
As I looked at their self–satisfied expressions practically glowing, I couldn’t help but imagine what their faces would turn into after my surprise for them.
Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I picked it up and held it to my ear. “Start it.”
Shirley and Digby exchanged glances upon hearing my words. They had no idea what was coming. But uneasiness was evident in their eyes.
