My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter 367 All the fans watched the farce. Raeyon's male fans didn't help her but eagerly waited for her to be stripped. They wanted to see it.

As the last shred of dignity was about to be ripped away in public, Raeyon let out a desperate scream. She writhed in agony like a fish on a chopping block. Tears streamed down her face.

Raeyon sobbed, "Please let me go! I'm wrong. I'll never dare do it again."

Andrew's wife snorted and scolded, "You homewrecker, don't play the victim! I regarded you as my friend.

I brought you home and introduced you to opportunities, but you seduced my husband. Do you think I will be softhearted?"

The next moment, Andrew's wife raised her hand high and slapped Raeyon's face again.

Raeyon felt hurt and hopeless.

When Raeyon thought she'd be stripped, she suddenly saw Audrey standing behind the stage.

When Raeyon met Audrey's gaze, tears began to flow uncontrollably from Raeyon's eyes again. Raeyon bit her lip in embarrassment.

Audrey calmly looked away and said to Kieran who was watching the farce, "Why are you still watching? Go to get Raeyon down from there."

trace of confusion

frowned and asked in confusion, "Raeyon treated you poorly. She deserves it. Why do you want me to help

at Raeyon who was in a

her actions. If you don't stop it, it'll get out of hand, and the show program won't be able to handle it. You don't want the show to be shut

He had been too caught up in the farce to realize the seriousness of the situation.

Raeyon got stripped on stage, it would

didn't dare hesitate any longer and

her anger. When she saw the show's staff step in, she decided not to escalate the situation

Raeyor on the stage, and sharply warned, "Raeyen, you better not get into my hands

relief and let the staff member

continue. Although the audience was still curious about the farce, they

saw her as a joke. Raeyon

so hard she could

breath.

far cry from the glamorous celebrity she

crowd surrounded her and watched the farce. Their gazes were like sharp knives that stabbed

their pitying and mocking whispers and screamed in despair, "Get lost! I

her outburst, the crowd