Chapter 1324 Who Wanted To Frame Her


    At that moment, J had just finished a shower and was sprawled on the couch, browsing through


    celebrity gossip.


    Suddenly, a headline about Vivi''s fatal car ident surfaced, leaving J taken aback. She


    blinked at the news article, doubting her own eyes, and clicked on it. After reading, a chill ran down


    her spine.


    Vivi... was truly dead!


    What on earth had happened?


    Was it a mere ident or a vicious murder?


    J''s mind swirled with confusion.


    She haphazardly scrolled through a fewments and, just as she had anticipated, numerous


    users were berating her for her supposed cruelty, malice, and high-handedness.


    Some had even cooked up conspiracy theories connecting Vivi''s death to the morning''s uproar


    outside the hospital. They spected that J had not let Vivi off the hook and had someone


    sabotage Vivi''s car, intentionally causing the ident and subsequently leading to Vivi''s demise.


    Some even outrightbeled J as a murderer.


    Upon seeing suchments, J scrolled further down and was appalled to find some individuals


    had purposefully posted dubious "evidence" to use her directly as the perpetrator.


    What irked J the most was that some people actually bought into these usations and began


    incessantly urging the police to investigate her.


    J seethed with anger, but she quickly regained herposure. She knew that fury wouldn''t


    resolve


    the situation and that Inte users were often swayed by rumors,cking the discernment to


    distinguish truth from fabrication. She realized that her immediate course of action should be to


    uncover the truth.


    J quickly contacted Brandon and her family, urging them to probe into the matter and determine


    the truth as swiftly as possible.


    If Vivi''s car crash was merely an ident, it would be a regrettable tragedy but understandable.


    However, if it was a deliberate act, it meant someone was specifically targeting her.


    The mere notion that someone could target her with such malevolent and insidious tactics, even


    risking an innocent life to frame her, sent shivers down J''s spine.


    Without uncovering the truth, she would be unable to find peace in her daily life.


    Upon receiving the news, Brandon grew concerned for J''s safety and hastily returned home.


    Upon his arrival, he found J curled up on the sofa, looking rmingly drawn and visibly shaken


    by the incident.


    Brandon''s heart ached at the sight, and he quickly approached J, enfolding her in a tight


    embrace and reassuring her gently, "Don''t worry, it might just be an ident."


    J''s fingers dug into the fabric of Brandon''s shirt, her frame quivering like a leaf in the wind. "It


    doesn''t seem like some random urrence. It feels... personal, calcted. The odds... they''re just


    too stacked," she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.


    Brandon''s hand traced soothing circles on her back. "Easy, J. You''re not alone in this storm," he


    murmured in reassurance.


    But his words, meant tofort, seemed to fall on deaf ears. If anything, the terror gnawing at


    J''s


    insides only seemed to intensify, a relentless tide with each passing second.


    She lifted her ashen face to his, her lips quivering like a frightened bird. "Vivi''s death wasn''t just


    some freak ident. It couldn''t be that straightforward. It''s like I''m caught in a web, a meticulously


    spun trap. The puppeteer had Vivi plead with me in the morning, and by evening, she was a


    casualty of a fatal car crash. They manipted dubious evidence, riling up the Inte users and


    drawing me into their y. It''s allser-focused on me!"


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    Her voice dropped to a dangerous growl, her eyes shing fire. "It''s despicable, utterly inhumane!


    They sacrificed an innocent life just to frame me!"


    Sensing her emotions spiraling, Brandon pulled her closer, his arms a firm anchor in her storm.


    Nestled in his embrace, J drank in hisforting scent, and the chaos within her began to ebb


    away.


    She took a steadying breath, locking her gaze with his. "Brandon, level with me. What are the odds


    this crash was just that—an ident? I need the unvarnished truth."


    His brows furrowed in thought, the gravity of the situation weighing on him before he finally


    conceded, "It''s a minefield of coincidences. It''s highly likely there''s a puppeteer pulling the strings."


    A sad, knowing smile touched J''s lips as she nodded, a whisper of resignation tinging her voice.


    "I thought as much."


    Brandon exhaled a sigh heavy with self-reproach. "I let my guard down. I should''ve sniffed out the


    puppeteer sooner, before they had the chance to ensnare Vivi in their scheme."