Chapter 334

Amelia Rivers had obtained Scarlett Monroe's data from her brother and discreetly copied it to her phone.

She edited the video, blurred her grandfather's face, and hacked into Scarlett's account using specialized software. Then, she posted the manipulated footage online, framing Evelyn Whitmore for the so-called "evil deeds." The internet erupted in chaos.

The real Scarlett fled back to her hometown, too terrified to even glance at social media after her brother's warning.

Her brother had always turned a blind eye to her misdeeds. Anyone who crossed their family faced consequences—no exceptions, regardless of status. He remained indifferent to outsiders, and even if he saw the false scandal about Evelyn, he wouldn’t lift a finger. It wasn’t his problem.

As for their grandfather, he was a renowned scientist, buried in research within his lab. The internet held no interest for him. A recent experiment had exposed him to toxic fumes, leaving him bedridden. He wouldn’t discover Amelia’s scheme—not while he was still recovering.

But Amelia wasn’t satisfied. The trending topic had been removed, the outrage fading too quickly. She knew Nathaniel Grayson had stepped in to protect Evelyn. The realization made her blood boil. Why did Evelyn deserve his help?

Determined to escalate things, Amelia hatched another plan. She grabbed her phone, logged into a fake account, and fabricated a damning post about Evelyn.

[I know her! We went to school together. She was a nightmare—bullied classmates, extorted money, slept around, and even had multiple abortions. Instead of going home, she spent nights in hotels with random men. Now she’s scamming people for cash. Disgusting!]

The post spread like wildfire.

[She was a predator in school! Looks innocent but pure evil.]

[Extortionists deserve to rot.]

[Abortions? Sleeping around? She’s trash.]

[Different men every night? Vile.]

No one cared about the truth. They just wanted to rage. The reposts multiplied by the minute.

Amelia scrolled through the hateful comments, a smirk curling her lips. Then, she pulled up Abigail Grayson’s contact and dialed.

The call connected after several rings. Abigail’s groggy voice crackled through. "Hello? Who is this?"

Abigail was overseas, where it was four in the morning.

Amelia knew. She didn’t care.

"Abigail, did I wake you?"

Recognition sparked. Abigail adored Amelia, so her tone instantly brightened. "Amelia! You’re back! I wanted to see you, but Grandma dragged me abroad to keep Grandpa company while he recovers."

Amelia softened her voice. "Don’t worry. We’ll catch up when you return."