Chapter 6

"Randall, you have ten seconds to think it over. Ten, nine..." Heather counted down with a completely impassive expression on her face.

When she reached two, I caved and nodded in humiliation, signing the document with tears in my eyes. "There! I've signed it! Now let my parents go!"

Only after securing the confession statement did Heather instruct her bodyguards to release my parents.

The moment she left, I immediately called my parents. After calming them down, I bought them train tickets, planning to bring them to live with me.

I just needed to wait for two more days. In two days, I would take everything back and make Heather pay!

After that, I moved out and rented a place of my own.

I had barely settled in with my luggage when Heather posted my confession statement online. With her skillful twisting of the facts, Lucas became the victim while I was portrayed as a vicious, scheming man.

Netizens instantly turned on me, cursing me and wishing me a miserable death.

While I was being torn apart by online mobs, Heather and Lucas were out on one date after another. They rode the Ferris wheel at the amusement park, enjoyed candlelit dinners at seven-star restaurants, and even planned to hold their official relationship announcement press conference in two days.

I learned all of this from Lucas' social media posts.

Surprisingly, none of that made me sad. Instead, I felt a faint sense of anticipation. After all, the higher they climbed, the harder and more painful their fall would be.

…

Two days later, Heather and I went to the courthouse to collect our divorce certificate.

The moment she had it in hand, she immediately got a marriage certificate with Lucas, then rushed off to the company to hold a press conference and make it official.

I followed along, ready to watch the show.

By the time I arrived, Heather was already standing arm-in-arm with Lucas, beaming sweetly at the cameras and showing off their marriage certificate.

The moment she spotted me, Heather froze. Then, she quickly pulled me aside. "Why are you here?"

Before I could say a word, Lucas chimed in from the side. His tone was dripping with insinuation. "Hattie, isn't it obvious? He must have followed us on purpose! Randall, are you here to cause trouble at the press conference and spread more rumors that I plagiarized your work?"

With his provocation, the warmth drained from Heather's eyes and was quickly replaced by icy coldness. "With me here, don't you even think about laying a finger on Luke. Security! Throw this filthy beggar out!"

At her command, the bodyguards closed in around me, about to grab me and drag me away. I dodged them nimbly and sneered, "Heather, you're overthinking it. I'm just here to enjoy the show."

Heather looked at me, puzzled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I didn't answer her directly. Instead, my lips curved into a faint smile. I silently commanded, "System, reclaim Heather's career and her legs."

"Acknowledged. In three seconds, Heather's career and legs will be revoked."

I counted down in sync with the system. "Three, two..."

Heather stared at me with growing irritation. "Randall, what are you muttering about?"

The moment I reached one, Heather's assistant, Brandon Stoll, burst in with panic written all over his face.

"Ms. Seymour, bad news! Something terrible has happened to the company! All our 108 business partners have suddenly demanded to terminate their contracts for no reason. The company's stock is plummeting like it's been cursed. If this continues, the company is going to go bankrupt!"

Heather's face turned deathly pale. "What did you say?"

However, before she could finish, she felt her legs give way beneath her. In the next second, all strength was drained from her body, and she pitched forward, crashing straight off the stage.