His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 382

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Sometime past eleven-thirty the next morning.

Virginia wrapped up an hour-and-a-half-long counseling session, changed into casual wear, and walked out of the commercial building.

She wore a smoky-gray t-shirt paired with black casual trousers today. She exuded a capable, aloof aura, yet there was a certain effortless grace about her.

Just as she descended the steps, a figure blocked her path.

It was Chloe.

She was wearing sunglasses and a mask, dressed in a custom blush-pink cocktail dress, carrying a limited-edition Hermes bag.

After stopping Virginia, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of heavily bloodshot eyes.

"Virginia, are you feeling really happy right now? Are you proud of yourself?" Chloe lowered her voice, her tone brimming with venom.

Virginia looked at her with a calm expression. "Move."

"You ruined everything I had!" Chloe took a step forward, glaring at her fixedly. "Do you think Archer actually loves you? You're just a novelty to him. Once he gets bored of playing with you, you'll still be thrown out on the street!"

Virginia furrowed her brows. Not wanting to waste breath on her, she sidestepped the woman to go hail a cab.

Suddenly, Chloe reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Don't walk away!"

"Let go." Virginia frowned deeper, using a bit of force simply to shake off her grip.

To her surprise, Chloe suddenly threw herself backward, collapsing heavily onto the hard granite steps.

Her skin, previously flawless, immediately scraped against the stone. A large patch of skin peeled off her palm, and blood began to seep out.

"Ah!" Chloe let out a miserable shriek, tears instantly welling up.

She lifted her head, looking at Virginia with absolute terror on her face, her voice loud enough for every passerby to hear.

The author of the post was Clementine Sherwood, famously known in their circles as the little princess of the elite.

The title was blunt and carried more than a hint of mockery:

*The Faked Illness of a Genius Pianist: How to Destroy Your Sister's Life.*

The article didn't name names, but the entire piece told a very specific story.

"A certain genius pianist who retired due to trauma and illness recovered a long time ago. Yet, to garner sympathy and steal her adopted sister's romantic prospect, she forcibly faked PTSD for nearly a year. Not only that, but she repeatedly hired online trolls to incite her fans to cyberbully her sister..."

Attached below was a high-definition video.

It captured the entire sequence of events outside the commercial building yesterday—Chloe throwing herself backward, collapsing on the ground, and fake crying.

Clementine had even zoomed in and circled the micro-expressions on Chloe's face as she glanced toward the bushes and received a signal from the paparazzi.

The comment section was completely flooded. In just a few minutes, the shares surpassed a hundred thousand.