A Crazy Night (Nathaniel and Christina) novel Chapter 725

Chapter 725 The Crafty Celebrity

Melanie was utterly dumbfounded. She would have thought she was dreaming if her cheeks were not burning in pain.

She screeched, “I’m telling the truth! Why did you hit me?” Years of experience in show business had hardened Melanie’s character, and she hardly feared Victoria’s family background.

Melanie continued, “I have evidence. I recorded all the sweet-nothings that Mr. Taggart said to me yesterday!”

With that said, Melanie grabbed her phone off the bedside table and began playing a recording in front of everyone.

The voice in the recording had barely uttered two words when Victoria rushed forward like a mad woman. She wrenched the phone from Melanie’s hand, flinging it onto the floor and trampling it.

Victoria was far from done. She smashed a nearby vase and clenched her right fist around one of the ceramic shards. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Melanie and shrieked, “A recording? The thing I hate the most in this world is other people touching my things. I’ll teach you a lesson. Then, it’s his turn!”

Christina sensed that Victoria was on the verge of losing control. She immediately shouted at Lyle “Hurry! Hold her back!”

Alas, Victoria had already launched herself nimbly at Melanie.

“Victoria!” Sebastian acted on reflex, placing himself in front of Melanie. Victoria’s shard-wielding hand was forced to a stop just half an inch away from his heart.

Disbelief filled Victoria’s gaze. She stared at her boyfriend through tears and accused him, “How can you defend her?”

Hastily, Sebastian explained, “I don’t want you to be blamed for harming someone else.”

Fury had clouded Victoria’s judgment. She could not calm down and consider his concerns rationally. Tumultuous emotions welled in her chest, fueling her urgency to get rid of the vixen behind Sebastian.

She waved the shard in her hand and gave Sebastian an ultimatum. “I’ve never been a clingy person, Sebastian. Give me an answer now. Who will you choose? Me or her?”

A fearless Melanie fanned the flames by goading, “What man would ever fancy a shrew like you?”

“Shut up! You have no right to speak here!” Victoria retorted furiously.

Melanie’s expression soured. She replied scornfully, “Don’t think you can erase what happened between Mr. Taggart and me because you’ve destroyed my evidence. They say alcohol is a truth serum. I believe Mr. Taggart is indeed interested in me.”

Her claims were immediately refuted by Sebastian, who said coldly, “I’m not the least bit interested in you. In fact, I don’t even know your name. Why would I confess to you while drunk?” He turned to Victoria and pleaded, “I didn’t touch her, Victoria.”

While Sebastian was not a hundred percent sure if he had uttered any flirty words to Melanie, he was confident that he had never bedded her.

He never did anything outrageous when he was drunk. Alcohol turned him into a quier, unsociable man.

And when he was drunk out of his mind, it was near impossible to wake him up.