I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 176

Mrs. Chandler grabbed her husband with one hand, and reached out for Sophie with the other.

Sophie stepped back, dodging her touch. “Mom, you take Dad home first. I’ll handle this myself.”

“Sophie, you-”

“Mom,” Sophie’s eyes were bloodshot but firm, her whole aura like someone ready to burn the boats behind her, “I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know these men. If someone wants to dump filth on me, then I’ll make them choke on it themselves.”

Mrs. Chandler saw the determination in her daughter’s eyes. She knew words would be useless. She led Mr. Chandler out of the hotel.

The men sprawled on the ground kept shouting, spewing filth with every breath.

And slowly, the looks in the guests‘ eyes began to shift.

One accusation could be dismissed. Two, maybe. But repeated over and over? People began to wonder.

Could Sophie really have slept with all these men?

“God, what filth. I didn’t think Riverland’s elite circles had something this disgusting.”

“Look at the way they talk, so detailed–what if it’s true? Maybe she really did sleep with several guys in one night. No wonder she’s never revealed the father. Maybe she doesn’t even know whose child it is.”

“I actually felt sorry for her when Liam’s affair came out. Now it looks like karma.”

“Everyone knows, if it was really just one man, all she’d need to do is marry him and no one would care. The fact that she hasn’t–that says everything.”

“The Chandlers, a family with a hundred–year legacy in Riverland–what a disgrace.”

“Enough!”

Ethan Chandler’s roar cut through the hall like thunder. The room fell silent, though many eyes still carried contempt.

He was about to speak again when Sophie gripped his hand.

“Brother,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Let me.”

Lifting her dress, she strode toward the men writhing on the floor.

They saw her coming, and their words grew fouler.

“I had her three times that night. She acted coy at first, playing hard to get, but by the end-”

Smack!

A sharp crack silenced him.

The man froze, wide–eyed, as Sophie pressed the jagged edge of a broken wine glass to his throat. The faint scent of wine lingered in the air.

“Go on,” Sophie’s voice was icy calm. “What happened next? Say it. Let’s see how well you spin your lies. But if it’s not convincing. I’ll slit your throat

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right here.”

The man trembled, his voice stuttering.

“M–Miss Chandler, killing is against the law..y–you wouldn’t really-”

“Really what?” Sophie pressed the glass harder, nicking his skin. A thin line of blood trickled down his neck. “You think I don’t dare?

One push, and his artery would burst. But she didn’t. She only sneered, eyes snapping toward the other two men.

“He’s too scared to keep talking. Why don’t you two tell everyone exactly what happened that night?”

Her eyes–those soft, peach blossom eyes usually so full of charm–were now sharp and lethal, brimming with murderous intent.

The two men collapsed to their knees, knocking their foreheads against the floor.

“We made it up! We don’t know Miss Chandler at all. Nothing ever happened between us. Please, forgive us, we won’t dare again!”

“Shhh…”

Sophie’s soft hiss froze them in place.

“Then tell everyone what really happened.”

They exchanged panicked glances, waiting for the cue from their so–called leader.

Sophie’s hand pressed harder, the glass cutting deeper into his skin.

“They’re waiting for you,” she said coldly. “So tell them.”

The man had never met a woman who could go this far. Shaking, he barked at his companions, “What are you idiots waiting for? Say what really happened–every word. No more lies!”

“Yes, boss! We’ll say it!”

The two men swallowed hard, voices trembling.

“That night we got a call. Someone gave us a room number, said there was a drunk beauty inside, told us to ‘take good care of her.“”

“They promised us a fat payout if we did. It sounded like easy money, so we went.”

“But when we got there, the room was empty. We thought maybe she’d show up later, so we just lay on the bed to wait. Next thing we knew, we’d fallen asleep.”

“The next morning, the guy transferred us a big sum, praising us for a job well done. We figured something must’ve gone wrong, but with the money in our pockets, why ask questions?”

“Miss Chandler, we swear we never even saw you. We didn’t touch you. Later, when the money ran out and we saw your scandal online, we thought we could cash in again–pretend to be the father, extort some more.”

Their confession ended, and Sophie’s strength seemed to drain away. She let go of the glass.

The man stumbled back to his buddies, trembling.

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