"That’s Michelle and Mr. Theodore Perez!" Soone exclaid and everyone gasped.
"Are both of them sleeping together?" Another asked.
Michelle glared at the large screen, her hands clenched by her side as embarrassnt surged through her body.
"This is a fake video!! Stop this nonsense! It’s a fake video," she yelled, her veins popping on her head and neck. Then she turned to Anastasia. "I’m sure you used AI to generate this video."
She marched towards Ana and intended to pull her hair, but a security guard ca out of nowhere and imdiately defended Anastasia from Michelle’s nails which she wanted to use to scratch her face.
"Anastasia, you need to explain to these people that the video is fake!" She barked, sweating profusely on her head which dripped on the floor when she moved.
"Since you think the video is AI generated, how about the pictures and phone recordings then?" Anastasia asked. After the end of her words, another slide pulled up.
First, it was the pictures of Michelle with Mr Theodore in a private restaurant, then a heavily guarded private hotel, which made Michelle wonder how Anastasia was able to get those pictures taken.
However, that wasn’t the matter at hand. She needed to shut this down before Anastasia played any recordings she had.
She finally got what she wanted, but as always, Anastasia wouldn’t let her be at peace.
Michelle was about to stride backstage where the tech team was controlling the screen, but Anastasia held her back, pulling her to stand beside her with a smile on her face.
"Co on now, Michelle. You wanted proof and I’m giving you proof," she casually said. "So stand still and watch the screen. You can go ahead and defend yourself later." Anastasia glanced at Theodore Perez’s high table where he was starting to sweat buckets while firing her a glare.
She only smiled at him and then refocused back on the screen.
’Mr Perez, I heard you just arrived from Fazeland. Your wife seems to be out of town, want to keep you company for the anti?’ Michelle asked over the phone, biting her lips seductively as she reached for his hand, but the middle-aged man moved his fingers back a little.
Michelle didn’t give up.
’For the past few months, I’ve heard several things about you. Most of them being embarrassing things that can get a celebrity to get canceled," Mr Perez said, his eyes sizing her up.
When his gaze landed on her chest, it lingered long enough for Michelle to notice.
She smirked, taking the hint. She just needed to try a little harder and she would get him.
’I was just frad. I’m innocent.’ She stretched out her hand for him to hold once again, and he didn’t intend to move his away anymore. ’I can satisfy your needs if you’re willing to do one thing for .’
Mr Perez chuckled, loving her confidence.
’What are your demands?’
’I want to win the upcoming best actress award.’
Michelle couldn’t believe her ears, but the evidence was in front of her, still playing.
"You said you wanted evidence, and I gave you the evidence," Anastasia said.
People started grumbling so words against Michelle, completely forgetting she didn’t have an affair with herself.
Unfortunately for her, in a situation like this, insults would go to the woman for being shaless and sleeping with a married man, and the man would be completely forgotten.
Not only that, Mr. Theodore Perez was a powerful man, and the audience knew better than to try to provoke such an influential, powerful man. So, all their insults went to Michelle.
Besides, they’ve always hated the bitch and intended to make her pay for the price of what she and her family had done to Anastasia.
"She’s lying!! These pictures and videos are all fake!" Michelle defended.
"Are you saying I hired an artist who managed to have the sa voice as you, Michelle? Please grow up. Everyone here can see that you slept with Mr. Theodore Perez to win this award," Anastasia accused.
Michelle subconsciously shook her head, denying all evidence displayed on the screen.
Anastasia didn’t stop there.
The screen continued to change with many pictures of Michelle taken with several recognizable influential n. It’s either at a restaurant or at the entrance of a hotel.
Due to the thin clothing Michelle was wearing in all pictures, one wouldn’t need to think twice before concluding what she must have been doing with those influential n in those places.
"I’m innocent!!" Michelle scread out loud, pulling her hair in frustration since no one wanted to believe her. Not like there was sothing worthy coming out of her mouth that was worth believing.
Michelle started thrashing everywhere, her madness becoming even more evident as her tears ruined her makeup—making her look like a walking dead.
"Michelle, you know you can’t use such ways to try to win an award. We could sue you." A woman, clad in a fancy and enchanting dress stood up and spoke. "You should be ashad of what you’ve done."
"There’s nothing for to be ashad of," Michelle defended.
The woman signaled the security to take Michelle away, which was quite difficult since she kept on thrashing, demanding to be free.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t take on either one of those bulky n with her fragile body.
Once Michelle was out of sight, Anastasia returned to her seat near Martha. The stage was cleaned and prepared for the resumption of the award show.
"So sorry for the interruption," the emcee apologized.
After a few minutes, the stage was cleared and everyone pretended no bug tried to destroy their evening like she did a year ago.
"And the winner is..."
Three actresses were nominated for the best actress category. They were Martha Ginelles, Michelle Harrison, and Anastasia Wallace.
Since Michelle was disqualified, the award belonged to one of the two. And the fans couldn’t wait to hear which of their favorite two actresses was going to win the award.
"Martha Ginelles!"
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