Joanna''s pupils contracted in shock. Her beautifully lined eyes widened, making them look watery and particrly vulnerable in her state of panic. The men in the live stream chat felt a pang of sympathy.


    [That''s what my future wife should look like. So pure. I''ve heard her sing and y the piano; she''s so talented. Go, girl! I support you! Justice is on your side.]


    [How could such an adorable girl do something so vile? Natalie must be framing our little angel.]


    [Her piano ying is divine. The moment her fingers touch the keys, it''s like you''re transported. This girl is irreceable.]


    [Such a beautiful girl is being bullied! What are those reporters doing? That other woman is clearly a ck-hearted shrew.]


    [Guys, you get it, right? This girl is exactly my type. But she''s too talented and beautiful for me. I''m not worthy!]


    Joanna nced at the live stream on someone''s phone. Seeing so many people cursing Natalie, she smirked. Natalie, the court of public opinion can be a terrifying thing. She had arranged everything before she arrived, but the reporters were Jerome''s doing. She had just pulled a few strings to make things more dramatic.


    Joanna lowered her gaze and whispered, "Natalie, why are you trying to frame me again? What did I ever do wrong? Why do you keep targeting me?"


    "Waaaah..."


    Natalie paused. Tsk, she had underestimated the power of this professional victim. Luna showed her the live stream, but seeing the flood of hatefulments directed at her, she felt nothing. When people''s values are on apletely different ne all you can do is Smile. She didn''t need to live by the words of others. She had been reborn, and aside from getting sweet, satisfying revenge, she didn''t want to do anything else.


    The viewership was growing. Was she really that popr? There were already a hundred thousand people watching. She briefly considered bing an


    influencer. Nah, she couldn''t handle that kind of attention.


    The key to breaking this stalemate was Larry''s mother. She knew about the rtionship between Larry and Joanna. With her killer wit, Natalie was going to expose Joanna today.


    Natalie blinked, looking at Joanna with feigned confusion. "Ms. Scott, do I know you well? Why would I want to frame you? Tell me, what possible motive would I have?"


    Joanna choked, terrified that Natalie


    would reveal her affair with


    Sebastian. She could not bear the


    She wasne


    Starteret this n. Thes


    Natalie of today was nothing like the woman she used to be.


    Natalie held up her phone. "Since you''re so determined to y the part of a fragile flower shivering in the


    cold wind, then I''ll just have to het?


    everyone the real truth. And let this woman here know exactly how her son was used."


    She held her phone up for the reporters to see, a bright, arrogant smile on her face. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some evidence here. Would you like to see? You can all see what kind of person your ''ideal wife'' really is."


    Joanna''s eyes were glued to the phone in Natalie''s hand. Fear crept into her heart. She had rushed over this morning without much preparation, only arranging for a troll army to attack Natalie online.


    Natalie leaned in and whispered to Larry''s mother, her voice low enough for only the two of them to hear, "If Joanna goes down, your son is going to rot in there for the rest of his life."


    The reporters all stared at Natalie''s phone.