Facade of Love

Chapter 150 You don’t get to tell me what to do

Gossip about the rich and famous always garnered attention, and just the headline alone was enough to get everyone clicking. The article practically spelt out that it was dishing the dirt on Moore and me While the Scotts‘ Group might not stretch across the globe like the Youngs, we had plenty of clout and projects back home. Once the story with our names hit the web, it shot straight to the top of the trending list

The article was so clear–cut and hit so close to home that the comment section turned into a firing squad aimed at Moore.

After reading the piece, netizens could not stop themselves from chiming in.

Netizen A posted, “Scumbags come in all flavors, and Miss Scott here is the latest brand of female

lowlife.”

Netizen B clapped back, “Watch your mouth up there. Read the fine print. She’s adopted, so she’s not

a true Scott.”

Netizen C added, “This just goes to show, you can’t just take in someone else’s kid. Bad genes only breed trouble, and no amount of effort can turn a bad seed good.

even bother to repay the family that raised her before she started eyeing their billions. It’s downright evil. Lucky for the real Scotts‘ daughter, she’s safe. Otherwise, for someone like her,

with their own life’s gripes, spilled out through their keyboards, hurling the nastiest

dox Moore, unearthing private moments between her and

of made–up and maybe heard–somewhere tales of her trying

there were those scenes at the police station, where her own mother was tearing into her, all caught on camera and now blasted for the world to

with her name plastered across the top ten trending spots

and right–some saying she did all sorts of crazy things to snag Noah when they

days at Mandala, like hooking up with an upperclassinan, catching HPV, and even having an

a big shot’s son in Mandala, but ending up getting ditched in the street

of gossip, whether it was true or not, was being dug up by the online crowd and

phone back to him and massaged my temples. “I didn’t start this fire,” I told him. He had

who else would have it out for Moore like

and he locked eyes with me, his l*ps a tight line. “I

stopped short, puzzled. If he knew I was not behind it, why was

eyebrow and said, “If you really wanted to take her down, you would not have turned down the

coolly and easily that it took me a second