Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Whitney Was Clearly Toying With Her

The live chat was flooded with comments like [Well–deserved] and [MVP for real]. When the audience voted for the MVP, there was no doubt the winner truly deserved it.

Ryan, who had half of Centlandia’s fans behind him, couldn’t outvote Whitney. That showed how insanely popular Whitney was on this show.

The staff handed Whitney the audience–voted MVP medal, and everyone gathered around her to congratulate/her, which only made Emily look more like a clown by contrast.

Emily’s face went ghostly pale as she watched Whitney getting swarmed by compliments and surrounded by fans.

Even Henry, the veteran, clapped and said, “Whitney, this MVP was always meant for you. Honestly, we’ve all been riding on your coattails these days. Thanks to you, we’ve been living the good life in this place.”

What was he really hinting at? That Emily’s MVP was pretty much snatched right out from under Whitney’s nose.

Emily bit down hard on her lower lip. She could almost guess what the live chat was saying about her right now. No doubt they were roasting her.

“Emily,” Chase said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind. “It’s okay. You’re our MVP, and that’s all that

matters.”

Emily bit down so hard on her lip that she was almost drawing blood. ‘What a joke, Emily fumed inwardly. ‘What’s the point of being their MVP? That’s not what I want at all.

“What I want is to crush Whitney under my feet, to show everyone I’m way better than her. I want every viewer to adore me, to turn them into my weapon.’

At the very end of the show, Emily still couldn’t catch a break. She got played by Whitney, right up to the last moment. No matter how frustrated Emily was, the online voting was over, and there was nothing she could do to change it.

Chase leaned in and whispered, “Once we’re off this island, I’ll make sure Whitney knows exactly what regret feels like.”

The show ended right at 11 AM sharp, and the live stream was cut off. Darian said a few words to everyone before heading off to sort out the departure from the island.

The other staff came over and told all the guests to pack up their stuff, then follow Cohen to get back their phones and personal belongings that had been taken away when they first got here.

The boat to pick them up would be there around 12:30 PM. The guests broke up and went their separate ways.

Whitney saw Kayla carefully approach Emily, whisper something to her, and then the two left, with Kayla trailing behind. Whitney raised an eyebrow.

Clearly, after holding onto that video and realizing it wouldn’t work on Whitney, Kayla finally decided to go for it herself. After all, the show was almost over. If she didn’t make use of that video now, it would’ve been recorded for nothing.

Sure, Kayla could’ve pretended nothing happened and let it slide. But what she could gain from that video was enough to fuel her ambition. So she decided to roll the dice and take her chances.

Whitney couldn’t help but wonder how Emily would deal with this. Based on what she knew about Emily, there was no way Emily was the type to let anyone walk all over her. Kayla, on the other hand, was about to be in trouble.

“What are you looking at?” Ryan asked.

All of a sudden, a tall, lean figure blocked Whitney’s view. Ryan’s aloof, almost otherworldly face was right up close to Whitney. He was so near that Whitney could see every thick, curled lash in perfect detail.

Whitney took a step back. “Watching the drama unfold.”

Ryan followed her gaze. “Is their drama worth watching?” ‘Honestly, haven’t we gotten sick of their antics after all these days?‘ he thought.

“Shouldn’t you be packing up instead of caring what I’m up to?” Whitney said, turning away and heading toward Ryan’s place.

Ryan followed after her. “The show’s over. If I don’t stick with you, what if you disappear on me?”

Whitney’s gaze lingered on Ryan’s ridiculously gorgeous face for a few seconds. “Relax, you’re not gonna drop dead anytime soon,” Whitney teased. Her tone was all cryptic, like she was some ancient mystic, and she had that unreadable

look on her face.

Chapter 92 Whitney Was Clearly Toying With Her

Ryan was speechless, and he thought, ‘Yeah, you’re really sweet. Thanks for the comforting words. Guess I should feel better now.‘

Once Whitney got back to her room, she started digging through her luggage.

Back in her previous life, she’d joined this show to win over the Anderson family, look after Chase, and basically be Emily’s stepping stone. So she’d packed a ton of stuff for wilderness survival.

Whitney, a delicate little girl, had lugged a suitcase that weighed at least forty or fifty pounds all the way onto the island. And Chase never once offered to help her out.

In her previous life, all that gear she brought ended up being Emily’s props for showing off, letting her steal the spotlight again and again. But this time around, she didn’t use a single thing she brought.

Whitney wasn’t about to drag all that random junk off the island. She left it for the crew to deal with. So, feeling totally unburdened, she walked off empty–handed, following Cohen to get her phone back.

When Whitney handed the show’s phone to Cohen, she noticed his eyes looked a bit shifty. He then gave her the locked metal box containing her own phone. Whitney opened the box and took out her phone.

As she turned around, she caught Cohen out of the corner of her eye, sneaking the show’s phone into his pocket. Whitney squinted slightly, a faint, knowing smile on her lips, but she pretended not to notice.

After Whitney left, a petite figure cautiously approached. “Did you get it?” whispered Emily.

Cohen hurriedly handed over Whitney’s phone. “Miss Anderson, here’s the phone you wanted.”

Emily grabbed it right away, barely able to hide her eagerness. The phone handed out by the crew was unlocked and ready to use. Emily immediately started searching through the phone.

After she tapped into the recording app, her pupils contracted in shock, and her fingers clenched so tight she nearly flung the phone from her hand.

“M–Miss Anderson, what’s wrong?” Cohen stammered, his voice shaky with nerves as her reaction startled him.

Emily suddenly looked up, her eyes cold and piercing. Gone was her usual gentle vibe. “Didn’t I tell you to watch her like a hawk? Make sure you get this phone in your hands before giving hers back!” she barked.

Her voice was nothing like her usual softness. It was rough and furious, practically shredded by anger.

Cohen started to stutter, “I… I swear, I kept my eyes on Whitney the whole time. I made sure her phone was in my hands before I handed over the metal box with her own phone!”

Emily’s eyes grew dark, her grip on the phone so tight her fingertips turned pale. On the screen, where the recording was supposed to be saved, there was only a single line of text: [Want the recording? Beg me for it.]

‘Whitney is obviously messing with me,’ Emily raged inside. ‘She knew I’d come here to erase that recording. She did it on purpose.

The more Emily thought about it, the darker her expression became. She tossed the phone onto the table and stormed out, her high heels clacking with every furious step.

Emily thought, ‘Since Whitney never had both the show’s phone and her own