“I’ve recorded the whole thing; it’s more integrated than Miss Clayton’s. It even includes our discussion about life and death. So if you don’t mind, Miss Clayton, I’ll show it to everyone now.”
Calmly, Amelie fished out her phone and started scrolling.
Meanwhile, Elyse looked at Amelie like she was looking at a ghost, fixing her gaze on Amelie’s collar.
Did she really fix a camera on her collar that day? When did she do it? Was it after she entered her car?
She tried hard to recollect the moment and was certain she didn’t see any cameras. However, when she saw how composed Amelie was looking, she became absolutely terrified, and suddenly, she was certain Amelie had indeed fixed a camera on her collar.
She captured the whole thing? Even our discussion about life and death? What discussion about life and death?!
The next second, a memory hit her. Amelie had asked why I wanted to kill her. What was my answer? What was it?
Elyse wracked her brain but couldn’t find any denial. Yes. She didn’t refute it, which also meant it was a silent admission!
If that video gets out, everyone will know that I intended to kill Amelie! I’ll be done for!
As though something triggered her nerve, Elyse pounced on Amelie to seize the phone. However, the latter was agile as she slithered her arm through Elyse and raised the phone above her head.
“What are you doing, Miss Clayton?” Amelie asked plainly as she fiddled with the phone hanging above her head carelessly.
However, Elyse merely continued to shake Amelie’s arm violently, hoping the phone would eventually slip. Yet, it stuck to Amelie’s fingers like a magnet. How exasperating!
“Relax, Miss Clayton. I will release the complete clip since you’re so eager to watch it.” Amelie deliberately twisted Elyse’s intention and walked toward the studio.
She’s going to play the video on the big screen?!
“Don’t!” Elyse stopped Amelie at all costs, scared sh*tless.
Of course, Amelie was well-trained in combat, so she could subdue Elyse with just one hand while using the other to connect her phone to the big screen.
Now, all she had to do was press the play button, and the truth would be revealed to the public.
This might just be the studio, and there weren’t many people, but word of mouth from these people alone was enough to send Elyse to her impending doom.
At that, Elyse sneakily turned her live stream off and half-kneeled at Amelie, begging, “I’m sorry, Amelie, please give me another chance!”
“What wrong have you done?” Amelie asked with feigned bewilderment while pulling her up, stopping Elyse from kneeling.
“Let’s not argue among ourselves anymore and let the video tell the truth,” Amelie grumbled impatiently, then pressed on her phone.
“It’s me! I lied!” Elyse squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to tell the truth. She couldn’t care about anything else at this point. “I threatened you with your daughter. It was wrong of me.”
It was then that Amelie withdrew her finger and gazed at Elyse with an ambiguous smile.
Meanwhile, the skelf was flabbergasted, for she began realizing she had been siding with the wrong person the whole time. She had been supporting a goody two shoes?!
The director, on the other hand, kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. Thank goodness I hadn’t been too rude, or I’d have offended a big shot.
“See, it isn’t so hard to tell the truth, is it?” Amelie patted Elyse’s head like she was patting a dog. “A woman becomes more assertive when she becomes a mother. I’m sorry for attacking you out of haste when you threatened my daughter.”
“No, no. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have…” Elyse lifted her head in pain. As infuriated as she was, she dared not reveal a sliver of it.
Thank goodness I turned the live stream off in advance, or things will become troublesome if the fans see this.
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