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    Chapter 174


    That night, Natalie shone like a star on the stage, impossible for anyone to overlook. With her angelic


    face, she somehow radiated a provocative allure that was almost sinful, making onlookers itch with a


    desire to pull her down and shower her with affection.


    He had raced there, eager to meet her after being honored with such distinction. But little did he know


    that he was walking straight into a trap!


    With tears streaming down her face, Gracia ducked under the covers to hide her shame. But it was too


    Natalie stood outside the door, coldly observing the drama unfold before her.


    After a while, she tugged at the sleeves of two reporters at the back and whispered, “Do you know


    who’s in there?”


    The chaos was so intense that the reporters had barely captured clear shots of the person in question.


    How could anyone recognize who was in the bed?


    Natalie gave the reporters a sly smile and murmured, “Tonight’s Best Actress award–winner, Gracia.


    My guess? She slept her way to the top. You’ll have front–page news tomorrow.”


    With those parting words, she picked up her suitcase, ready to leave the mess behind her. Out of sight,


    out of mind.


    As she turned to go, she caught Brian’s gaze from a short distance away, his eyes thoughtful as they


    rested on her.


    Boarding her flight, Natalie nced back at the private jet in the distance.


    The first rays of the sun cast a spotlight on the two figures in front of the ne, an image of perfection if


    not for Gracia’s bruised and swollen face, hidden behind a mask as she wept into Brian’s shoulder. He


    consoled her with gentle pats, a picture offort.


    Natalie couldn’t suppress a disdainful curl of her lip.


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    Hypocrites always y the victim.


    If the media had exposed her instead, she was sure Gracia would be somewhere cackling with glee.


    “Your ticket, please,” the flight attendant asked with a smile.


    Natalie handed her pass to the near–empty business ss cabin for the early 5 AM flight.


    Settling into her seat, she pulled out an eye mask and a face cream, ready to pamper herself.


    The previous night was a sleepless one. Gracia had called the cops.


    The police investigation turned up nothing conclusive. Natalie yed dumb, and Gracia’s


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    ims that Natalie had set her up were weak without solid evidence. The director refused to cooperate,


    offering only a vague invitation note as his alibi.


    Gracia persisted until the early hours when Brian, face ashen with anger, snapped, “Enough!” And only


    then did she let the police go.


    Natalie smirked with schadenfreude, tossed her phone aside, applied her face cream, and covered her


    eyes with the mask, ready to catch up on some much–needed sleep.


    She was exhausted from the past few days. Her body had not fully recovered, and the pain from a


    wound on her back still nagged at her.