On the screen, Rachel Yates was being incredibly bold, backing a grown man, Shane Jennings, into a corner in the hallway.
In the video, Rachel Yates appeared to be sowhat drunk.
But that only made her innocent-looking face seem all the more taboo.
Especially in the mont she stood on her tiptoes to kiss Shane Jennings, her "innocent but sexy" vibe was off the charts.
How many n could possibly resist that?
The scene cut off abruptly at that point, imdiately followed by another video clip.
In this clip, Rachel Yates was soaking wet and trembling, a man’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Not far behind her, Shane Jennings followed with a frown.
Afterward, the two of them entered Suite 327 together.
Next ca a video of Shane Jennings carrying Rachel Yates in his arms—a "princess carry"—down the hotel hallway. She was buried in his embrace, looking so fragile she might break, like so helpless concubine of a powerful family head in a period drama.
...
A series of similar video clips played one after another on the large screen.
None of the clips went too far, but every single one left no doubt in the minds of the adults present what was happening.
Before long, murmurs erupted from both the contestants’ section and the audience.
"And she still claims she wasn’t seducing him?"
"This woman is unbelievable."
"Did you guys notice the dates on the video clips? Based on that tiline, I don’t think Moira Sloan and Shane Jennings had broken up yet, right?"
"’Guard against fire, guard against thieves, but most of all, guard against your best friend.’ It’s true."
"This woman is definitely a master predator. Look, she seems so innocent in every video, but in each one, she’s subtly seducing President Jennings."
Hearing the crowd’s comnts, Rachel Yates stood frozen in place, swaying as if she might collapse from the blow at any second.
Seeing her act, Flora Rhodes sneered, "Even now, she’s still putting on a show."
Moira Sloan chuckled softly. "If she didn’t have such a strong stomach for it, she wouldn’t be capable of doing sothing so shaless."
Flora Rhodes tore her gaze away from Rachel Yates and looked back at the screen. The video was now showing a drunk-looking Rachel on the floor, with Shane Jennings standing before her. She was tilting her head up slightly, looking right at a certain part of him. That angle... tsk, it was just too cringe to watch...
Flora said, "It really proves that saying: the truly shaless are invincible."
Moira Sloan gave a wry smile. She had watched these videos more than once while editing them yesterday.
To be honest, while it was disgusting, it also had its benefits.
For example, the tiny, lingering shred of affection she had for Shane Jennings was finally worn away completely by these videos. Not only was it gone, but it had been replaced by a sense of revulsion.
’How did I never realize before that Shane Jennings has such a thing for the whole push-and-pull routine?’
They had dated for seven years. It would be a lie to say they never thought about... you know.
They were worldly people, both at an age of fiery passion. How could they not have any desires?
There were a few tis they had almost crossed the line, but Shane Jennings had always managed to pull back from the brink just in ti.
To this day, Moira still couldn’t figure out why.
’Back then, I even thought I’d hit the jackpot, didn’t I?’
’But looking at it now, it seems there was another reason entirely.’
After all the videos finished playing, the screen went black. Then, a recorded conversation began to play.
"Moira, I really didn’t an to fra you back then. It was all because my dad was sick and needed a huge amount of money for surgery. I didn’t have any, and just then, a rival company approached . They told to fra you and said they’d give a sum of money..."
"But I swear, I really didn’t think the consequences would be this severe! I thought with your reputation in the industry, you could just explain things and the whole issue would blow over..."
"Why didn’t you say all this sooner?"
"I was afraid you’d bla . I was too ashad to face you. I was scared you wouldn’t forgive ..."
The recording ended, and the venue erupted in an uproar.
"This Rachel Yates is too vicious."
"So Moira Sloan was frad! I knew it. With her skill in polished lacquerware, how could she possibly do sothing like that?"
"Stealing her best friend’s boyfriend, then framing her and forcing her out of the industry... This woman isn’t just cruel, she’s pure evil. Who in the industry would dare to be friends with her after this?"
"Friends? I’d be terrified just to be her colleague, okay?"
Just when everyone present thought the matter was finally over, a plain-looking girl holding a microphone walked onto the competition stage. She was timid, and even her voice trembled as she spoke.
"I... I want to accuse my ntor, Rachel Yates. She... she took credit for my work, wouldn’t... wouldn’t let put my na on it, and... and she even entered my work into various competitions."
Rachel Yates cried out, "Anson Lawson!!"
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