Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Chapter 166

It all happened too fast.

Zoey moved with blinding speed, leaving everyone on set completely unable to react. By the time they realized what was happening, the tactical military knife in her hand was already pressed firmly against the fair skin of Fleur’s neck.

"Ahhh!!!"

Exclamations of horror erupted across the set, with the fainter-hearted fleeing the scene instantly.

"Hey! Nobody move!" Zoey’s razor-sharp gaze swept across the crowd, freezing abruptly on one worker. "What do you think you’re doing? Freeze! If you dare cut that live stream, I’ll slice through her carotid artery right now—try me!"

The staff member who had been reaching to kill the broadcast froze in his tracks. To be precise, he was scared stiff.

Director Kelly and Anna sprang up, rushing out from behind the monitors, only to stop dead in their tracks a few meters away from Zoey.

She had a knife, and at a time like this, no one dared to risk drawing any closer. Yet with the live stream still broadcasting, they desperately had to put a stop to this!

"Ma’am, I don’t care who you are or what grudge you have with Fleur, but assault with a deadly weapon is illegal! Besides, we’re live—don’t do anything reckless..."

"Shut up!" Zoey cut Director Kelly off impatiently, casting him a contemptuous glare. "Whether I commit a crime is my own damn business. As for grudges, I don’t personally have any issue with Fleur. I came here today simply to ask a few questions on behalf of a friend."

"You can ask whatever you want!" Anna pleaded hastily. "But could you please put the knife away first? This creates terrible publicity! Or at least let us turn off the live stream?"

"Everyone stay put and behave—no one touches that live stream!" Zoey demanded sternly. She lowered her gaze to look at Fleur, who was held hostage in her grip, face drained of all color.

"Miss Bonnaire, I’m going to ask a few questions, and you’d better answer truthfully. If you dare lie again, every lie will cost you another millimeter of my blade sinking into your neck, understood?"

Fleur was scared out of her mind. Her pupils dilated in absolute terror, her lips trembling uncontrollably as cold sweat poured down her forehead.

"... Zoey, you’ve lost your mind..." Fleur swallowed hard, trying to force a facade of composure. "This is domestic soil. Aren’t you afraid of going to prison for doing this?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your true face is fully exposed to the world before I go to jail."

Fleur’s heart sank into an abyss. "You..."

"Ryan Simpson..." Zoey leaned closer to her ear, letting out a cold, mocking laugh. "A gold-digger who relied on his wife to become vice president—how could you actually trust his competence? Did you really believe that mute was ’Selin’s’ sister?"

BOOM—

The words detonated in Fleur’s mind like a bomb. Her brain went completely blank for several long seconds. As clarity slowly returned, the light in her eyes faded out bit by bit.

She knew right then and there that she was utterly ruined.

Every second that followed was an excruciating eternity for Fleur.

The person Zoey had brought along was indeed the mute Ryan Simpson had tracked down. But she wasn’t actually mute, nor was she any relative of ’Selin.’ ’Selin’ wasn’t dead either—in fact, she had known about Fleur’s scheme from the very beginning, turning her own trap against her and crafting this entire play specifically for Fleur.

This live stream was a stage built by ’Selin’ entirely for Fleur’s ultimate downfall.

"Fleur, ’Selin’ told me to pass along a message: when you steal and plunder too much, karma will eventually catch up with you." Zoey leaned against her ear, watching the comments section erupt into furious condemnation, a cold smirk touching her lips. "Your retribution is only just beginning!"

Fleur’s frozen face was devoid of a single drop of blood as she stared dead-eyed at the screen.

’Go die, Fleur!’ ’Plagiarists belong in prison!’ ’Way to go, Selin! That’s how you deal with gutter rats like her!’ ’Ptu! You plagiarize and then try to steal her identity? Fleur, you are truly a disgusting piece of work!’

...

The live chat exploded, flooded with a relentless torrent of curses far too fast for Fleur to process. Because of the extreme profanity and intense harassment, the live stream was quickly shut down by the platform.

The show was ruined, and Fleur was completely destroyed.

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