Hearing this, Ivy Willis frantically lunged at him.
"Bastard, you’re spouting nonsense!!"
Kyle Hughes took a step back with a look of disgust: "Ivy Willis, enough is enough. You’ve been pestering me for a while now, causing great disruption in my life, and now you’re pulling this kind of stunt. Have you no shame as a young woman!"
The man’s tone was harsh and severe, his face, already righteous looking, now appeared even more innocent.
"This is the water you gave me earlier, don’t you have a clue what you put in it?" Kyle Hughes’s face was full of anger as he mercilessly threw the bottle of water at Ivy Willis.
Looking at the bottle, Ivy Willis was stunned. Indeed, she had given Kyle Hughes that bottle before shooting the scene, but she hadn’t put anything in it!
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn’t put anything in this water!!"
Kyle Hughes sneered: "Nothing added? Then do you dare send it to the hospital for testing? Ivy Willis, I admit I was impulsive just now, but I did nothing, and you started screaming. What are you trying to do? Let me make one thing clear to you: I have a wife, and I love her dearly. Using tricks will only make me despise you more."
The man looked at Ivy Willis with rejection and disgust. The sincerity and passion with which he spoke about his wife made it hard for anyone to doubt him.
Kyle Hughes’s reputation was always good in the industry, and he’d never been involved in any scandal during his ten-year career.
Moreover, his relationship with his wife, who is not in the entertainment circle, was enviable to many.
Over the years, he had played righteous roles, and his portrayal of Christopher Walsh this time was considered a transformation.
Combined with his upright looks and impassioned rebuke, everyone cast a doubtful gaze at Ivy Willis.
"You are talking nonsense. You’re a pervert; you tried to forcefully hug me!!" Ivy Willis screamed in a breakdown. This content belongs to n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Seeing this, Kyle Hughes was so angry that his chest heaved violently. Initially, when he followed Bella Green’s instructions to say those things, he felt guilty and anxious, knowing full well what had truly happened.
But after a few exchanges, he no longer felt guilty, even convincing himself that he was not wrong, and that Ivy Willis was the one pestering him relentlessly...
Just as he was about to continue speaking, the small young man, who had been quietly watching the scene, suddenly stepped past him and walked up to Fiona Grantham, though his words were directed at Ivy Willis.
"Ms. Ivy, your words are quite interesting. During a shoot, knowing there are reporters present, someone brazen enough to forcefully hug you must have an underdeveloped brain, commonly known as, intellectually disabled."
As she spoke, she took out a tissue, handed it to Fiona Grantham, and continued.
"So, are you saying that Senior Kyle is intellectually disabled? Hugging you forcefully in front of the director, reporters, and all these cameras?"
Ivy Willis choked on these words. What Bella Green said wasn’t true, but it left her at a loss for words to argue.
Yeah, who in their right mind would do such a thing? But she was indeed violated!
"Bella Green, shut up. You’re here to enjoy the spectacle, aren’t you? Feeling proud, are you?" Ivy Willis excitedly said, then glanced at Fiona Grantham, suddenly breaking into a maniacal laugh, raising her hand to point at them both.
"I get it now, you, you guys are in it together, deliberately trying to sabotage me. Bella Green, I won’t let you get away with this!!" Ivy Willis shouted fiercely.
Bella Green was unfazed, smiling with pity: "Ivy Willis, do you realize you now look like a rabid dog, snapping at everyone."
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