Meanwhile, at the Bailey Mansion... Anthony, Chris, and Nial gathered before their large television, their eyes glued to the breaking news—the conference—going on live. “Get ready,” commanded Anthony. Alert and ready, Chris had a dark-colored remote controller at hand. The remote was for his drone that was tied with the strongest signal disruptor, and he was ready to press on the button if anything against Charmine was revealed during the press conference. With a press of that button, the entire Hotel Kelsy—including the people in the conference hall—would have their signals interrupted thus disabling any live-stream of the conference. ‘Hmph! So you all want to destroy Mommy’s reputation by spreading fake news? Fat chance!’ Nial, on the other hand, had a list of names in his hand. The names listed were all the conference’s attendees, including the paparazzi, influencers, and passersby. If anything concerning was revealed during the press, the Bailey Corporation would step in

Every single attendee was stunned at the turn of events, and that included Amelia who reeled back in shock. How… How could this be? Was Charmine not an adopted daughter? How did she become Gray Diamond Empire’s director?! How?! Amelia nearly threw herself against Simon in fury as she made her way to him. She clutched at his sleeves and desperately yelled, “I don’t believe you! How could she be the boss? How did she become your director? This is all so fishy! Even if she didn’t sleep with you, she must’ve slept with your father, right? Right, that must be it! Is she your step-mother? Did your father give all of his shares to her?” “That’s enough! You slandered me, and now you want to do that to my aging father, too?” Simon swatted her hands away in disgust, and he stared her down with his cold blue eyes. “How did Charmine become my boss? Well, it’s all because of you! “Five years ago, when Charmine was sent to Africa, you bribed her maid to bring her to a hill and push her d

Although Lily was more of a soft-spoken woman, she was very protective of Amelia. She continued to ask for mercy on her daughter’s behalf as she said, “Dad, I know Amelia made a huge mistake this time, but she wasn’t completely wrong. We’ve raised Charmine for so many years, so don’t we deserve something in return? She found such a huge diamond mine. Even if she doesn’t want to give it back to us, she should at least tell us about it, right?” “Exactly. She’s ungrateful. It’s like the old saying: ‘When one drinks water, one must remember the person who digs the well’. Charmine not only forgot about the person who digs the well, but she even tried to kill the person!” exclaimed Amelia’s father, Felix Jordan—the second master of the Jordan family. Just like that, the room was instantly filled with criticisms against Charmine. Tiffany, not missing an opportunity to bring out her kind-hearted persona, went forward and said, “This isn’t true! We can’t blame Charmine for not telling us

It was only the first whip and Amelia’s clothes were already ripped apart as fresh blood oozed out of her fair skin. Her face contorted in pain and anguish, but she never gave out. “Not me! It really wasn’t me! Charmine framed me!” Hobson shook his head helplessly. Amelia was too hard-headed; he had no choice but to continue the whipping. Fwoop! Fwoop! Fwoop! In the end, Amelia’s flesh was lacerated as her back was all bloodied. She slowly succumbed to her wounds, yet she managed to utter one last sentence, “It really…really wasn’t me.” She passed out right after. Overwhelmed with rage, Drake sternly ordered, “Come and get this liar out of my sight. Without my permission, she has no right to leave the mansion for the next three months!” Three months? Amelia was grounded for three months? “Dad, she’s a popular model! If she doesn’t leave the house, her popularity will disappear…!” Lily called out as she carried Amelia. “After making such a fool out of herself in the p

At the Jordan family mansion’s garden... Tiffany sat under a jacaranda tree. The events that had transpired just moments ago still infuriated her. It would be understandable if Drake transferred just some of the share to Charmine, but did he have to transfer as much as fifteen percent? Charmine now owned as much as Tiffany, who was the ‘actual heiress’ of the Jordan family! Worse still, netizens were flattering Charmine and idolizing her, while some became suspicious of the interview Tiffany and Amelia had earlier. There was speculation that Tiffany played a part in this, and they called her ‘fake’ and ‘unreal’. If this went on, her ‘No.1 Supermodel’ title would be ruined in no time. Her assistant, Veronica stood behind her in concern. “Prior to this, Guci had finalized you as their magazine cover this season, but they had just called to say that they needed more time to choose between you and Charmine.” “What?” blurted Tiffany, dumbfounded. Guci was no humdrum brand. It wa