Chapter 677
The bar was buzzing with noise, music blasting from the dance floor.
Upstairs in a private room, Lillian and Shirley were chilling, sipping on some red wine and chatting away.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and in stormed a middle-aged woman in a flashy red houndstooth suit, looking all rich and powerful, with eight bodyguards dressed in black.
The woman squinted, and when she spotted Shirley, her face twisted with anger. "You little bitch! How dare you contact me again? Clearly, the last lesson wasn't enough. You've been getting off too easy with those online insults. Beat her up, smash everything!"
This woman was Lucy, the same one who had led an attack on Shirley in a video before.
At Lucy's command, four of her bodyguards stepped forward.
Lillian and Shirley stayed put, but six bodyguards in black quickly emerged from a small room next door, instantly outnumbering Lucy's crew.
The door to the private room clicked shut behind Lucy, her expression faltering for just a moment.
Seeing the tables turn, Lucy's bodyguards backed off to her side.
Lucy, now outnumbered, got even angrier and glared at Shirley. "You think you can set a trap for me? Bitch, where do you find the nerve to..."
Before she could finish, Lillian, fueled by righteous indignation, stood up and cut her off, "Before you start cursing, shouldn't you get your facts straight? What if you're accusing the wrong person?"
"What do you mean?" Lucy frowned, eyeing Lillian. "And who are you? What does this have to do with you?"
Lillian was in a light purple dress, her hair loosely tied up, without any fancy jewelry. But her whole vibe screamed she wasn't just anyone, and bringing so many people showed she was here to back Shirley up.
Lucy had done her homework on Shirley and knew she came from a regular family and was just a newbie in the entertainment world with no connections.
Lillian smiled faintly, "Who I am isn't important. What's important is whether you've got your facts straight this time. Don't be so quick to act. Sit down first; Shirley and I have a show for you."
Lucy frowned slightly, her eyes darting between Lillian and Shirley.
Shirley's face was covered with makeup to hide her injuries, and the dim lighting in the room made it hard to see. She nodded at Lucy and poured a glass of wine, gesturing, "I invite you to have a drink. Surely, you wouldn't be afraid, would you?"
Lucy chuckled and walked over. "Afraid of you? I'll see what you're up to."
As Lucy approached and sat down, Lillian subtly signaled a bodyguard. In response, the screen facing the sofa flickered to life, revealing a live feed of another private room.
Lillian said, "Take a look. The room next door is quite lively, and you should recognize quite a few familiar faces."
Lillian gestured, and Lucy stared at the screen, immediately recognizing Bianca sitting in the middle of the sofa. Surrounding Bianca were several women, including minor celebrities from HorizonHive Media and a few heiresses who were close to Bianca. Familiar faces like Star and Jenny were also at the gathering, adding to the scene's weight.
The group, seemingly unaware of the camera, held wine glasses and chatted merrily. Jenny sneered, her voice cutting through the live feed like nails on a chalkboard. "Who does Shirley think she is? Just a talentless, background-less D-list actress, acting all high and mighty. She should've been put in her place ages ago. Does she really think she can compete with Bianca for a man? With just a flick of Bianca's finger and a little trick, Lucy Ellis, that fool, was eager to be used. It's hilarious!"
Others chimed in, "Lucy is indeed stupid. Just a couple of doctored intimate photos, and she actually went to the set to beat up Shirley. Oh my, at her age, how can she be so brainless?"
"A woman like Lucy, fat, bloated, and old, should just stay home. Going around catching cheaters, isn't she ashamed? Austin is really unlucky to have married such a nouveau riche."
"That's why Austin dotes on our Sarah. Sarah is over six months pregnant now. Once she gives birth, she'll become his wife, and we must thank Bianca properly."
As they spoke, a woman in maternity clothes, her belly visibly swollen, stood up and raised a glass to Bianca, saying, "Ms. Porter, I'm pregnant, so I can't drink alcohol, so I'll toast you with milk instead. If it weren't for you pushing Shirley out as a scapegoat, I might have been discovered, and my baby wouldn't have been safe. Lucy is ruthless, but you are our savior."
Bianca raised her glass, smiling smugly. "Alright, you're pregnant, no need to be so polite. You're an actress under HorizonHive Media, and it's my duty to protect my own. Sit down."
Lucy's face hardened as the full weight of their words sank in. She had been used by Bianca, and Shirley was not Austin's mistress. The real mistress was Sarah Dixon, the minor celebrity under HorizonHive Media.
What infuriated her even more was that Sarah, that little bitch, was six months pregnant and planned to become Austin's wife after giving birth.
Lucy's family was nouveau riche, but the Ellis Family was also a shareholder in HorizonHive Media. Bianca had always been very friendly with her.
But Lucy had never thought that Bianca was so two-faced behind her back.
Lucy trembled with rage and suddenly stood up, shouting, "Let's go!"
She stormed out with her four bodyguards, and Lillian exchanged a glance with Shirley, both smiling. Such a spectacle was best enjoyed live.
Lillian pulled Shirley up. "Let's go over there. This scene is so good, we gotta record it."
Lillian had just seen Star, who had been mostly silent, sitting nearby in the live video.
A surge of hatred welled up in Lillian's heart. She still remembered the kicks and punches Star had given her at the Price Mansion.
Lillian's thoughts drifted back to the tragedy of losing Taylor. Jackson had shielded the Price Family, weaving a web of deceit to bury the truth. Her return not just for the injustices inflicted upon Shirley, but also to unearth the truth about Taylor's death.
Meanwhile, in the most secluded and luxurious private room on the third floor of the club, Jackson and Gray were also sitting and drinking.
Both were clearly in a bad mood. Jackson looked at Gray and thought about how he had been implicated, and how Lillian had been giving him the cold shoulder because of Gray.
Jackson's cold aura intensified. He downed a shot of tequila and kicked Gray in frustration. "Get the stuff about Shirley off the internet, now!"
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