CHAPTER 289: CHAPTER 289 POKE YOU TO DEATH (3)

Kris Cooper?!

Vera Wave took the phone and saw an entertainment news alert displayed on the screen.

"From Goddess to Wretch, Irene Spencer Makes a Fool of Herself..."

Below were several photos. The first was a close-up of Irene Spencer getting hit by Kris Cooper’s elbow, her face twisted in pain, her beautiful features completely contorted.

The following photos showed Irene Spencer sprawled on the ground after a fall, suffering an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction.

"Everyone in the group chat is rallying people to go to the comments section of that article and tear into the journalist, demanding they delete the photos." Wang Xiaoya smirked. "I didn’t join in. I even secretly gave it a like!"

Having always adored and worshipped Irene Spencer as a positive role model, Wang Xiaoya was heartbroken to discover her idol’s true character. For this former idol, she now felt nothing but disgust.

Vera looked at the photos, first chuckling softly, then raising an eyebrow.

"Xiaoya, this Irene Spencer... is she interested in K... our Big Boss?"

"Interested is an understatement! You probably haven’t seen her photo album, right? It said she’s had a crush on a guy for many years. I bet it’s our Big Boss. Didn’t our Big Boss study in the US too? She was also in the US back then, probably in the same city as him..." Wang Xiaoya got a dreamy look on her face. "Our Big Boss is so handsome and talented, who wouldn’t like him!"

Vera didn’t quite catch what Wang Xiaoya said next; her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

She had heard the rumors about Kris Cooper and Irene Spencer before and had been consumed by jealousy. Back then, she’d dismissed it all as media hype. But thinking about it now, it clearly wasn’t that simple.

It was one thing for Irene Spencer to compete with her in acting and target her, but to actually try and make a move on her man?

That was the last straw!

Vera was so furious her chest heaved. After a moment, a wicked smile spread across her lips.

Grabbing Wang Xiaoya’s arm, she declared solemnly, "I’m formally declaring war on Irene Spencer! Wang Xiaoya, will you help me?!"

"De...declaring war?" Wang Xiaoya gulped. "Vera, can... can you actually beat her?"

"Lose the ’can you’ part!" Vera’s expression hardened. "Anyone who encroaches upon my king—even a bitch—will be annihilated!"

Wang Xiaoya was completely bewildered. "Your ’king’? What territory are you talking about?"

Her ’king,’ of course, was their man, Kris Cooper.

"Never mind which ’king’." Vera simply gazed at Wang Xiaoya’s face, placing a hand on her shoulder. "My dear Sister Wang, will you help me?"

"Oh, stop it, you’re... you’re making me cringe!" Wang Xiaoya pushed her hand away. "Just tell me. If there’s anything I can do to help, consider it done."

"Good." Vera flashed a mischievous grin. "I need you to tell those fans that you have a friend working at Ashton who’s already trying to dox me."

Wang Xiaoya’s eyes widened. "You... are you crazy?! They aren’t joking around, what if..."

Vera crossed her arms. "My only fear is that they *won’t* come!"

Wang Xiaoya looked at her with a puzzled face. "What do you mean?!"

Vera’s lips curved upwards. "Xiaoya, just sit back and enjoy the show!"

After work that day, Vera discretely left the Ashton Building, immediately hailed a taxi, and headed to the restaurant Kris Cooper had told her about.

Following the directions in his text message, she made her way to a secluded VIP seating area downstairs.