Chapter 170

"Because you're a vile creature, that's why!" Genevieve spat venomously.

Cassandra shrieked in protest, "But I'm not Evelyn! She's Evelyn!"

"We're not here for Evelyn. We came for you, Cassandra!" Genevieve snapped, her voice sharp as a blade.

Without warning, she hurled a stack of photographs directly at Cassandra's face, the glossy images fluttering to the ground like fallen leaves.

The photos captured Cassandra in compromising positions with Reginald—perched on his lap, locked in passionate embraces, and even more scandalous moments.

As Cassandra's eyes landed on the damning evidence, her face drained of color. "This can't be real. How did these even exist?"

How had these pictures surfaced here?

Evelyn turned to Cassandra, her tone eerily calm. "This is the proof I mentioned earlier. Pity you didn't believe me this morning."

Cassandra's hands trembled, a cold dread seeping into her bones.

How was this possible? How had Evelyn gotten her hands on these incriminating shots?

Jonathan, staring at the photos in disbelief, demanded, "Cassandra, what the hell is this?"

Could it be that the woman entangled with Reginald wasn’t Evelyn—but Cassandra herself?

"Jonathan, these photos are fake! Every single one has been photoshopped!" Cassandra insisted, her voice shrill with desperation. "Evelyn set this whole thing up to ruin me!"

If she admitted the truth now, her reputation would be beyond repair.

Her finger shot toward Evelyn, accusation dripping from her words. "She’s just trying to shift the blame onto me!"

"The truth is, she’s the one involved with that disgusting old man, not me!"

Evelyn smirked, unfazed. "Still denying it? If you think photos can be faked, what about the video I just uploaded? That can’t be doctored, can it?"

Jonathan quickly pulled out his phone, pulling up the webpage. The video played, crystal-clear audio confirming it was unmistakably Cassandra’s voice.

There was no escaping the truth now.

Cassandra’s body shook violently as she watched. How had Evelyn gotten this footage?

It shouldn’t have been possible!

A sharp yank on her hair sent pain shooting through her scalp.

Genevieve leaned in, her voice dripping with malice. "Anything else to say? You set this whole thing up, yet you still had the nerve to drag others into it!"

Cassandra endured a flurry of brutal slaps, her face swelling instantly. Lipstick smeared, tears and snot streaked down her cheeks.

The studio staff watched the savage scene unfold, but not a single soul stepped forward to intervene.

Genevieve hadn’t come alone—several hulking bodyguards flanked her, making it clear she’d planned this confrontation meticulously.

Under the relentless assault, Cassandra’s wild gaze found Evelyn. "Why am I the only one suffering? Evelyn’s just as guilty! She was with your father days ago!"

"You know she’s been to his villa. Don’t you know that once your father picks a woman, none of them escape?"

Silence fell like a guillotine.

Genevieve’s head snapped toward Evelyn, her voice icy. "Is that true?"

Cassandra seized the moment. "It is! I passed out after eating something at the villa. When I woke up, I was in your father’s bed. Evelyn was there too!"

"She didn’t eat anything, but she still couldn’t avoid what happened. When she came back that night, her lips were swollen from kissing!"

"And somehow, she even landed a design contract from your father’s villa!"

Hearing the twisted tale, Evelyn couldn’t help but burst into laughter.