Chapter 68 The Best Netizens. Finisher

William, always considering himself a man of integrity, felt no need to weave lies in his dealings. Yet, under the harsh gaze of scrutiny, even the guiltless might find their cheeks burning, their composure slipping.

"What I'm trying to articulate isn't that... it's just..." William faltered, his confidence ebbing away unexpectedly.

Isabella scized the moment, not allowing him a chance to regroup. "Not these? So, all of these accusations are true? Initially, I

encountered arguing that day,n't entirely sure if it was your wife and Ms. Woods I

without further elaboration.

But now..." She let her words hang in the air, the implication clear

Caught off guard, William struggled to find his footing in the conversation. "There were reasons. for all of that. It was her who made the mistakes, and that's why..."

"What mistake did she make?" Isabella pressed, her question cutting through the tension.

Jennie, feeling a surge of panic, feared William might reveal too much. Understanding his tendency to divulge more than intended under pressure, she knew she had to intervene. "Stop deflecting. We're discussing you spreading rumors about me fighting over a dress. That Her interjection prompted a few awkward coughs from those around, their discomfort palpable.

Jennie glanced around, meeting eyes filled with unspoken words, as if everyone collectively thought, No, the gossip about the wife and the mistress bickering over a dress isn't our focus now.

The real issue, irrespective of the underlying motives, was that a well-known actor had apparently mistreated his wife in favor of his mistress-a deplorable act. Yet here he was, confronting others as if he bore no guilt.

Feeling what seemed like public humiliation, Jennie began to tremble visibly.

Even William could feel the disdain emanating from those around him, leaving him bewildered by their reaction, questioning internally, Why, when I've done nothing wrong?

Before they could further react, Isabella adopted a posture of righteous indignation, her voice. tinged with disbelief. "What, you're saying it never happened, that I was set up? Who would do that? The wife? Did she confess to orchestrating a plot against you?" Connor, sensing the conversation spiraling, hastily interjected, "Yes, she admitted she knew you!"

knows of me?" Isabella retorted, incredulous. "I was merely inquiring if she admitted to directing this

left William and his

a thing!" Jennie blurted

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talent for fabrication. don't you? I didn't lie, Mr. Sawyer. Whom

sudden boldness of Isabella's challenge left everyone in a brief state

off guard, Jennie almost laughed out loud as she grasped the unfolding

disbelief. "Why would I believe you over my own junior? How well do I even know

pivot quickly, don't lose your sharpness! Who would have thought

shaken, his face frozen

What?

to be heard. It's frustrating to see such disparity in treatment," Isabella continued, her frustration palpable. Jennie, at a loss for words, her face growing

Everyone was astounded..

wronged at all. After all, Mr. Sawyer's wife was accused without being allowed to defend herself. It seems anyone could be blamed for bullying Ms. Woods. It's

Impressive! That sarcastic comeback was

makeup room seemed to rise, causing

nothing improper between William and me. We've been wrongfully accused, and it's so Upon hearing her dramatic plea, everyone was taken aback. They had merely

self-harm. If she hadn't been wrongly

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yet you claim not to know her!" William. disregarding all

up stories about Jennie, don't blame me for choosing logic

stand by logic instead of your family, is that it. buddy? Can you even hear yourself? I've never seen anyone so skilled at twisting the truth and confusing right and wrong. The problem is, he actually believes he's

off guard by the revelation. His response,

in his voice cut through the tension, prompting a chorus of coughs from those around, all covertly signaling their

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