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.

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

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

mix of made–up and maybe heard–somewhere tales of her trying to lure him

tearing into her, all caught on camera and now blasted for the world

the talk of the town, with her name plastered across the top ten trending

left and right–some saying she did all sorts of crazy things to

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

shot’s son in Mandala, but ending up getting ditched in the street without her clothes on

whether it was true or not, was being dug up by the online crowd and dumped right

massaged my temples. “I didn’t start this fire,” I told him. He had not asked, but by the way he brought it up, it was

mean, who else would have it out for

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

behind it,

said, “If you really wanted to take her down, you would not have turned down the dirt I dug up at the

said it so coolly and easily that it took me a second to catch up. I stared at him,

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