Chapter 277 An Unexpected Incident at the Wrap Party 3
Margaret scowled. She never saw it coming that Lyle got drugged too.
'I need to snap him out of it, fast. If this mess kept going, it'd wreck both of us. No way I'm letting that happen!' With that thought, Margaret's eyes turned icy. She shoved Lyle away and scanned the room. Her eyes landed on a teapot on the table, still with some water in it.
A spark of hope lit up in her eyes. She grabbed the teapot, yanked off the lid, and splashed the cold water right in Lyle's face.
The icy shock snapped Lyle awake.
"Margaret, I..." Lyle looked totally lost. He rubbed his temples, and the memories started to piece together.
He remembered Margaret feeling sick and heading to the lounge, then a waitress telling him she wanted to see him. When he got to the lounge, everything felt off.
"Lyle, listen up, we've been drugged," Margaret cut him off, dumping the rest of the cold water on her own face, easing the burning heat.
"What the hell? Who did this?" Lyle, still groggy, realized they'd been set up.
Before Margaret could answer, the lounge door got kicked open. A swarm of reporters with cameras and mics rushed in, surrounding the drenched Margaret and Lyle.
The reporters had gotten an anonymous tip about Margaret and Lyle hooking up in the lounge during the crew's party. And now it looked legit.
A movie star and the CEO of Starlight Entertainment caught in a scandal—this was gold! Not wanting to miss a beat, the reporters bombarded Margaret,
"Ms. Scott, are you and Lyle officially together?"
"Ms. Scott, you two look a mess and soaking wet. Were you getting cozy?"
"When are you going public with your relationship? Ms. Scott, does Mr. Fisher know? Are you seeing two guys at once? You..."
Margaret narrowed her eyes, her gaze icy as she faced the reporters' barrage of questions.
Reporters wouldn't just show up out of nowhere. Someone had tipped them off. Margaret spotted Grace at the back of the crowd and, thinking of her ties with Lucy, it all clicked.
Facing the flood of questions and accusations, Margaret didn't show a hint of anger or panic. She was cool and collected, like she wasn't the one in the hot seat.
"So many questions, which one should I tackle first?" Margaret suppressed her discomfort and spoke calmly.
Right now, she was battling a nasty cold, had been drugged, and soaked with cold water. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy; she needed to wrap this up quick.
Hearing Margaret's words, the reporters quieted down.
Grace stepped forward, arms crossed, sneering. "Margaret, you're disgusting. Seducing Mr. Fisher while fooling around with Lyle, you're really low!"
Thinking about Lyle crushing on Margaret made Grace green with envy. Today, she was dead set on trashing Margaret's rep.
"Oh, really?" Margaret smirked, her eyes scanning the reporters. "Don't you wanna know what's really going down?"
Her stare was so intense, it sent shivers down their spines.
Margaret finally locked eyes with Grace, pointing right at her. "It's because of her!"
The reporters exchanged shocked glances and wondered if Grace was the one who tipped them off.
"Grace, you set this whole thing up, didn't you?" Margaret stepped closer to Grace. "You had the waitress spike my drink, knowing I wouldn't notice 'cause of my cold, lured me to the lounge to rest, and swiped my phone so I couldn't call for help.
Then you drugged Lyle and tricked him into coming here, hoping something would go down between us, and then called the reporters. Your plan's pretty slick!" Margaret's voice trailed off as she stopped just inches from Grace, her eyes icy cold.
Grace's heart skipped a beat under Margaret's glare. She took a step back. "Don't talk nonsense! I just happened to be here for dinner, saw the commotion, and came to check it out. How could I have set you up?"
"Wasn't it you?" Margaret raised an eyebrow, looking almost disappointed.
"Of course not!" Grace sighed in relief.
But then, Margaret suddenly grabbed Grace's arm, yanking her in front of a camera lens, and said coldly, "Then do you dare to repeat that in front of the camera?"
Grace stared at the dark camera lens, feeling a wave of guilt. She took a deep breath, telling herself to stay cool. She struggled, glaring at Margaret. "Margaret, let go of me! Don't pin your own actions on me!"
Margaret gave Grace a cold look, then stepped back and plopped down on the couch behind her. Even though she looked pale and weak, she radiated authority. "If it wasn't you, then prove it."
"No problem!" Grace thought Margaret was just bluffing and waved to the approaching waitress. "Go check the hotel's surveillance footage!"
"Okay." The waitress, hearing Grace's words, quickly turned to leave.
"Wait," Margaret suddenly spoke, stopping the waitress.
"Margaret, getting scared now? Just admit your fling with Lyle!" Grace raised her chin triumphantly, looking at the reporters. "See, Margaret's already confessed. Today's headline is in the bag."
Margaret was speechless. Grace's eagerness to take her down was practically a confession itself.
She hadn't even finished speaking, and Grace was already jumping to conclusions. So Grace must be the mastermind.
"Did I say I was gonna admit it?" Margaret looked at Grace with a strange expression, a mocking smile on her lips. "I've always been curious. You saw Lyle and me in the lounge, but we weren't doing anything inappropriate. Yet you keep insisting we were having an affair. Could it be..."
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