Chapter 50


    Chapter 5o


    [Oh no, my princess is hurt! It must’ve hurt so much.]


    [Amelia looks so pale white! Charmine must’ve


    wanted revenge against Amelia for trying to expose


    her lies! Shameless!


    [Can’t wait till the press conference! We’ll see how


    Charmine defends herself once the cat’s out of the


    bag.]


    As Twitter was overrun withments like these,


    some reporters went to interview Tiffany and Amelia.


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    “I’ll still stand for justice, even if Charmine beats me


    to death,” Amelia said to the camera, “and I’ll make


    sure the press conference happens!”


    Tiffany, on the other hand, was nursing her wound as


    she muttered, “I don’t have anything to say. It’s okay if


    she hits me, but I just want to help her return to the


    path of righteousness. Please, can everyone help me


    convince her?” As usual, her crocodile tears won the


    hearts o f many.


    Everyone was eagerly waiting for the press


    conference, a moment of truth to discern truth from


    lies. They waited for the moment when Charmine


    would be kicked out of the modeling industry. 1


    Without realizing it, it was already three o’clock in


    the evening.


    On the first floor of Hotel Kelsy.


    Apart from the hordes of paparazzi, numerous


    influencers were also present a s they live-streamed


    with their phones, theirizens at the edge of their


    seats in anticipation.


    Among the chatter and noise, Amelia walked up the


    stage with a noble and mboyant temperament,


    dressed in a bright red satin dress.


    “Thank you everyone for taking your time to


    participate in this press conference,” Amelia began as


    she spoke with the microphone. “I know everyone


    can no longer wait for this, so I’ll get straight to the


    point.


    “I believe that many people might feel that a photo is


    inadequate to determine that Charmine is the thirdwheeler.


    Therefore, I’ve specially invited Diamond


    Prince himself to attend this press conference. Today,


    the prince himself will rify everything.” With that


    said, she turned to look at the backstage. i


    Surrounded by ten or so international bodyguards,


    Simon walked to the stage in his ck suit. With his


    fair skin and distinctive facial features, coupled with


    his dark blue eyes, he looked like an actual prince


    who walked out of a fairytale. The buttons on his suit


    were made of ck diamonds, and it gave him an air


    of nobleness andy-low luxury.


    An uproar began once he stepped to the stage.


    “Ahhhh! It’s him; Diamond Prince Simon! The number


    one chief executive officer in South Africa! The most


    charming man ever!”


    “Amelia managed to invite him over! He hasn’t made


    any statement since the rumors, and yet here he is!”


    “Charmine will bepletely destroyed! Let’s see


    how she defends herself!”


    “Diamond Prince, please tell us what happened! Why


    did you cheat on Princess Verna? Didn’t you promise


    to never cheat on her?”


    A bunch of paparazzi held up their microphones as


    they scrambled to ask their questions. The discussion


    room online, too, was bombarded withments


    and questions.


    [Simon Gray is too handsome!]


    [Why would someone so handsome cheat? Why?!]


    The world was reeling with questions and


    astonishment, as well as hating on Charmine for


    doing such a despicable act.


    Meanwhile, the mastermind satnguidly on her sofa


    as she painted her nails bright red. It was a unique


    warmth-sensory nail paint. Once applied, it would


    turn the nails bright red, and the tip of the nails


    would turn dark cow-blood red. 1


    Eyes glued to the television, Eric asked, ” It’s reaching


    the climax soon. Are you sure you’re not watching?”


    “What’s there to watch? Is it as important as my new


    nail polish?” Charmine smirked as she continued to


    paint her nails.


    Nevermind; the one everyone was criticizing was not


    Charmine anyway. What was there for an agent like


    him to b e so anxious about?


    At the hotel, the press conference was at full swing.


    Amelia passed the microphone to Simon


    enthusiastically, “Diamond Prince, please tell us the


    truth. We’ll give you justice!”


    Simon epted the microphone and faced the crowd


    before he slowly began, ” I don’t know where to start


    on this matter, but I’d like to show you a clip.” With a


    wave of his hand, the big screen behind him lit up.


    Amelia felt giddy and pleased altogether. These were


    all part of their deal: Simon would show the receipts


    of Charmine’s spendings to everyone, along with


    some photos of their rtionship, exposing to the


    world of Charmine’s love of vanity and extravagance.


    Once this information came to light, Charmine’s


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    reputation would be ruined forever!