Chapter 6
Eloise accepted a variety show offer. The program planned to implement 24 hour live streaming from home to the recording location.
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“Liliana, you’re the only one free tomorrow. Come out and say hello to the audience.” Eloise suggested with a smile]
I hesitated, placing my phone on the table as messages popped up one after another.[]
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“I don’t know what’s going on today. People keep sending me curse messages and calling me.”
“I watched your interview. How could they doubt our relationship:“[]
I said angrily, and my phone buzzed again. I picked it up gratefully, pretending to answer it accidentally
“Get lost! How dare you bully Eloise! Can’t you just die?” The caller shouted.
I quickly hung up, ending the call just before it got worse.
I took a deep breath and slowly raised my head, tears welling up in my eyes]
“I don’t understand why there’s so much malice toward me.“[]
“Eloise, why do you think that is?” I looked up at Eloise with a troubled expression. “Why did they call me a bastard?“]
My mom immediately rushed over to hug me when she heard this, turning to question Eloise.
“What interview? What’s going on?“]
Actually, before my parents returned, Eloise had threatened me not to mention this.]
“Those fans can find your information, where you live, and when you go out. If you keep this secret from mom and dad. they won’t come after you.“]]
Eloise finished reading the most vicious comments, hoping to see me panic, fear, or even beg her.
In the last life, I would have been terrified by her and pitifully begged her to help me, falling right into her trap.
I laughed softly. “I am a bastard, right? Wasn’t she right?“||
“They’re just venting. If someone really comes to the door, do you think mom and dad will stand by?”
“I am their biological daughter, after all.”
But Eloise was wrong. I wasn’t a pushover.
On the contrary, I was a steel ball that would strike back.
My parents didn’t pay attention to entertainment news because Eloise always shared everything with them, so they didn’t get distracted
Eloise clenched her fists, stammering without saying anything coherent.
“I found it.” Grayson, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke up, turning his laptop screen toward my biological parents and pressing play.
Eloise’s vague words played.]]
My parents, who had been in the business world for years, could easily understand the implications.]
“What’s going on?” My dad looked at Eloise sternly.]
“It’s that manager’s fault!” Eloise said loudly. “She said it would get more attention, but I didn’t expect the netizens to treat Liliana this way.”
I raised an eyebrow. So, she found a scapegoat.
My parents frowned, ready to scold her, but someone interrupted.
“Mrs. Rogers, it’s not Eloise’s fault. Those netizens are too rude.”
It was the maid, Rylee Bailey.
