Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 We Need to Talk

[Every time, it’s Emily who goes out of her way to bother Wild Beauty. Wild Beauty barely reacts, and yet Emily’s eyes turn red, and she starts crying, acting as if the whole world had wronged her.]

[Ryan was right when he said she loves to set people up. She really does go around looking for chances to pull her little victim stunts.]

[No wonder Whitney can’t stand her. If it were me, I wouldn’t waste my time on a drama queen like her either.]

[So, could the secret on Whitney’s phone actually be evidence of Emily setting people up? Otherwise, why would Emily give up her act the moment she saw what was on the phone?]

[@Production Team, the entire fandom is demanding to show us the secret on Whitney’s phone!]

[@Production Team, reveal it. Hurry up and show us!]

For a moment, the screen was flooded with comments.

Everyone’s curiosity about the secret on Whitney’s phone had reached its peak.

Whitney touched her chest as if pinning on an invisible badge of honor, a sly grin curling at her lips, quietly proud of herself, keeping her achievements under wraps.

That cute, mischievous look caught Ryan’s eye.

His eyes softened, a faint smile spreading across his lips. Out of sight of the cameras, he gently squeezed her hand. Whitney glanced at him, but didn’t pull her hand away.

With Emily no longer around to spoil everyone’s appetite, the group was still bursting with curiosity about what secret Whitney had on her. But that didn’t stop them from digging into their food.

Whitney had a bowl of oatmeal and munched on an omelet that Ryan practically stuffed into her mouth. Feeling full, she got up to take a walk and help digest.

She wanted to avoid Darian putting them through the wringer with some hardcore workout right after eating.

She thought, ‘That’s rough on the stomach.’

Ryan, of course, followed her.

The three who stayed at the table kept eating.

Henry glanced at the camera, as if he remembered something, and suddenly waved the cameraman over.

“Just now, people were saying Whitney made an omelet for Ryan without caring about his health, and that it might make his condition worse,” Henry said.

His voice was smooth and clear, but though he said ‘everyone, it was obvious who he was really talking about.

The cameraman caught on and immediately zoomed in.

Henry picked up a piece of omelet and split it open with his fork.

Under the close–up, high–definition camera, that’s when the viewers realized there were a bunch of root–like bits mixed inside the omelet, almost like grass clippings.

“These are medicinal herbs,” Henry said, poking at the roots with his fork. “Whitney was up early, busy in the kitchen.

“She knew Ryan was getting over a serious illness, so she specially made this herbal dish. She managed to take out the bitterness but kept all the healing effects.

“And Whitney also knew Ryan couldn’t handle anything too greasy right now, so these omelets weren’t fried in oil. “She really put a lot of thought into this bowl of oatmeal, too.”

At this point, Henry slowly looked up, locking eyes with the audience through the lens.

He added, “You guys are smart. Feel free to record this and get an expert to check out the herbs in the omelet. Don’t let yourself get played by someone with an agenda. Don’t become a tool for baseless attacks.

“The internet isn’t some lawless zone. Watch what you say online.”

The stream went quiet for a few seconds. Anyone who knew Henry knew he’d become a

‘‘s sake.

Successfully unlocked!

If those omelets were really greasy or salty, the.

ten so many of them first thing in the morning. And looking at the other two, they were practically wolfing down their food as if it were their last meal.

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They thought about how Whitney had put so much care and effort into making breakfast for everyone, only to be misunderstood in the end.

No wonder Whitney looked so upset when Emily questioned her.

They thought, ‘Emily totally had it coming.”

The people who’d been talking smack about Whitney were now overwhelmed with quilt.

They thought, ‘We are really kicking ourselves for it.

It’s so cringe that they want to punch themselves in the face.

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Guess Whitney’s threat did the trick.

During the next round of tasks, Emily actually kept her distance and didn’t try to cause any drama.

The two teams split up and went their own ways.

Everything stayed calm and peaceful.

Aside from the excitement of the mission, there were no other issues.

Whitney’s team finished Darian’s dangerous challenge way ahead of schedule, coming back loaded down with bags.

They’d been relaxing for ages, and by the time the sun was almost down, Emily’s group finally stumbled back, looking like they’d survived a disaster.

Emily, who was always so polished and perfect on camera, was now covered in dirt and totally disheveled.

She glanced at everyone already chilling in the shelter, sipping coffee and snacking, all clean and tidy. Her expression soured a bit.

For a split second, a flash of venomous resentment flickered in her eyes.

But she quickly looked away and went back to her own team.

Time flew by, and like that, the seventh day of the show had rolled around.

Six days of pure hell had gone by.

On the seventh day, Darian finally announced he wouldn’t be putting them through the wringer anymore.

The production team organized a big farewell dinner for everyone.

That afternoon, everyone hopped on the boat off the wild island, heading back to civilization and finally ending the seven- day ordeal.

Leaving the wild island behind, and no more survival mode. It was time to start fresh.

The guests were over the moon, cheering and celebrating.

Especially Emily’s group. They were almost bawling from happiness.

They thought, ‘No more backbreaking work at last.

‘Finally, we can sit down to a proper meal.‘

After six days of torture, everyone had dropped a bunch of weight, and their stomachs were growling nonstop.

Their stomachs were about to riot from all this.

Darian was over there, hyping everyone up with his passionate speech.

Emily’s group of five tore into the feast the production team had laid out, practically trying to eat back every bit of misery from the past six days.

Whitney got toasted with juice instead of booze by her friends, and the production crew came over to get in on the action. She’d had so much water, her stomach was sloshing. Time for a bathroom break.

She headed to the restroom.

When she came out, she spotted a woman standing in the center of the restroom, arms folded across her chest. Today was the day they were leaving the wild island.

Everyone had put extra effort into their appearance, wanting to get rid of the dirt and tired look from the past few days. After all, once they got off the island, there’d be a crowd of reporters waiting on the shore, eager for the latest scoop.

The woman wore a red dress that showed off her curves, her hair styled in loose curls that looked casual but were clearly carefully arranged over one shoulder. Her makeup was immaculate, giving her an air of seductive charm.

Chapter 88 We Need to Talk

She stood there with her arms crossed.

When she saw Whitney come out of the restroom, she tilted her chin up in a show of attitude.

Whitney completely ignored her, walked right past, went straight to the sink, and started washing her hands, taking her sweet time.

The woman’s face froze, her red lips tightening with annoyance. “Whitney!”

Whitney didn’t acknowledge her, kept washing her hands as if the woman weren’t there.

The woman, furious, marched over in her high heels, reaching out to grab Whitney. “Whitney, we need to talk!”

But before she could touch Whitney, she caught sight of Whitney in the mirror.

Whitney turned her eyes slightly, giving her a cool, sideways look through the reflection.

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