Facade of Love

Chapter 150

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.

D went for the jugular, “Some people’s greed knows no bounds. She didn’t 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, nothing would

gripes, spilled out through their keyboards, hurling the nastiest insults they

even went as far as to dox Moore, unearthing private moments between her

tales of her

where her own mother was tearing into her, all caught on camera and

her name plastered across the top ten trending

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

college days at Mandala, like hooking up

even this wild story about her trying to charm a big shot’s son in Mandala, but ending up getting ditched in the street without

or not, was being dug up by the

internet tear Moore to shreds, I handed Idris’s phone back to him and massaged my temples. “I didn’t start this fire,” I told him.

who else would have it out for

eyes with me, his l*ps a tight line. “I know that,”

was not behind it, why was he showing

the question in my eyes because he arched an eyebrow and said, “If you really wanted to take her down, you would not have turned down the dirt I dug

a second to catch up. I stared

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