CHAPTER 267: CHAPTER 267 ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS HOME-WRECKING DOG

A few journalists exchanged glances, then scrambled to point their recorders at Ivy Willis.

"Ivy Willis, is this all a self-directed drama that you’re trying to hype yourself with?"

"Are you trying to frame Kyle Hughes because he rejected you and now you want to promote yourself?"

"Did you know Kyle Hughes is married when you were entangling with him? Are you aware that your actions are destroying a family and are extremely immoral and shameless?"

Each and every accusatory question left Ivy Willis pale-faced, standing there embarrassingly wrapped in only a thin blanket, shaking her head desperately.

"No, it’s not like that; they’re conspiring to frame me!"

"I have records of you calling me frequently, and there’s CCTV footage of you coming to my hotel room multiple times at night. Ivy Willis, you’re young, and I don’t want this to blow up, but if you don’t let it go, I won’t let myself be wronged like this," Kyle Hughes said firmly.

Ivy Willis glared at him, too angry to speak. She had called him and gone to find him in the middle of the night solely because of his fame and her desire to curry favor.

But now, her situation was indefensible.

Surrounded by a crowd, with no one on her side, the psychological pressure was too much for Ivy Willis, causing her to completely break down.

Sobbing, she ran out.

However, while she was only aware of her desire to escape, she didn’t realize that such avoidance looked like a guilty conscience to others.

Kyle Hughes watched the woman’s retreating figure, a flash of guilt passing through his eyes, followed by a pained smile.

"Today’s events were truly disgraceful, but Ivy Willis is young, and I don’t want to pursue this matter, yet I ask everyone to show restraint in their reports....."

These words were clear and understood by everyone, who nodded in agreement.

As long as Kyle Hughes didn’t forbid them from reporting this incident, it was fine, because such big news could not go unreported.

...

The film set returned to silence, but it was only a temporary calm. The storm was likely yet to come.

Fiona Grantham was left in disarray, her makeup slightly smudged.

She looked at Bella Green, suppressing her anger, and said, "Bella, where did you go when Ivy Willis was hitting me just now?"

Bella Green looked at her, with an innocent face: "I got pushed out by the crowd."

This answer left Fiona Grantham fuming, with no outlet for her anger.

"By the way, weren’t you going to treat Tia and me to a meal?" Bella Green suddenly asked with a bright smile.

Fiona Grantham was nearly exploding with rage—having a meal? Was she still thinking about eating in this state?

"Let’s do it another day; I’ll go back first," Fiona Grantham, unable to suppress her expression further, hastily left.

Watching her retreating figure, Bella Green squinted slightly and smiled.

Ah, what a waste of a meal, what a pity!

Having watched the drama unfold, she didn’t stay on set any longer. The set wasn’t going to be active today anyway.

Bella Green went straight home.

Sitting in the car, Bella Green thought about the call she had with Joanna Ramsey.

Some of the journalists today were called by Fiona Grantham, while some were arranged by her.

She didn’t expect Ivy Willis to arrange a big surprise for her today, and if Tia hadn’t gossiped a little bit, her photos probably would have been leaked too.

After she came back, she took some photos, all taken by Anna Green.

So, it must have been Anna’s idea, right?

She looked at the sunlight outside the car window, lazily narrowing her eyes.

So much happened during this time that she almost forgot her own predicament as an abandoned dog...

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