Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 177 Who's Trying to Frame Her?

The message from her agent had a photograph attached to it. The scene showed a place in the casino where John was touching her chest, and the crowd around them erupted in heinous laughter.

She had spent the last few days attempting to purge the memory of the casino incident from her mind, but now, with a single photo exposed, it felt as if invisible hands were ruthlessly tearing open her recently healed wounds, causing pain more agonizing than any physical stab.

She stared at the photo, lips pressed tightly together, her hand trembling as it clutched her phone.

Her agent, receiving no response, called her directly and, upon answering, he launched into an interrogation.

"Flora, what on earth is this about? You refused to provide companionship and more intimate services in the beginning.

"Now, what have you done? You had a golden patron, and yet you chose to play the harlot in a casino. Flora, you've really outdone yourself.

don't know who's behind it, but with you making such moves, tell me how you plan to clean this

forcing me? Riley, do you hear yourself? Opportunities were limited without playing 'the game' you insisted on involving me in, yet what did you do? You drugged me and delivered me to Hayes. I was barely out of high school.

hard work, and what did you do? You handed my opportunities over to Emerson. There's no excuse for your actions, Riley. You wanted to build up your niece but used my efforts to reel in favors." On the other end, Riley's face flushed with anger as she yelled, "Are you really bringing up all of this now? You've been climbing up the ladder these past few years, but wasn't it me who guided you in every step? Now that you're finally gaining recognition and on the verge of becoming more successful as a second-tier star, do

complexion ashen. "Riley, I don't want to talk about

futile; what mattered most was tracking down the person who took the photos and paying them

sent you the photos first and pay them," she

have my P.I. connections, but it'll cost you. A private investigator won't work for less than five million." Over the years, Flora had made some decent money. Although five million was a steep

maybe it was that Flora never really

better than one, she did not hesitate and wired the money while also starting her own search

with her popularity just starting to peak, Riley wouldn't just let