Titan Jennings’s furious voice rang out from above, "Take a good look at what’s inside here yourself!"
Dovina was in a daze, stunned by the blow. It took her a while to come to her senses. She blankly picked up the blood-stained phone from the ground, ignoring her head injury, and shakily opened it.
Dovina’s face turned alternately blue and white. Her finger bones went white as she stared at the video with eyes full of rage, almost crushing the phone. At this moment, she felt like she had been stripped naked, displayed as a "whore" to everyone, her masks of purity, thoughtfulness, and beauty were torn apart violently, and what was cast upon her was the scorn, criticism, and disdain of others, hurting a hundred times more than being slapped in the face twice.
She scrambled to turn off the video, but the more anxious she got, the more she couldn’t turn it off. She accidentally turned up the volume, allowing everyone present,
Dovina shrieked in horror, her eyes bloodshot as she picked up a rock and frantically smashed it onto the phone on the ground. The sound disappeared, but she felt that sound still echoing around her ears, tormenting her nerves, devouring her sanity. Her eyes were swallowed by a crimson red, the hairpin in her hair fell to the ground, her hair disheveled, her luxurious costume stained with blood and mud, becoming dirty and wretched, like a madwoman fallen from grace and cast into despair.
Over and over, she frenziedly smashed the phone with the rock, scattering pieces everywhere, but she didn’t stop, only smashing more ferociously. Seeing this, the onlookers were shocked, thinking that indeed, the ones who seem gentle on the outside have the most vicious hearts.
At this moment, many people secretly felt lucky for not having much association with her, while sympathetically glancing at Titan Jennings, who had a gloomy face.
Indeed, the exposé video also included a video of Dovina and Titan Jennings in an intimate act. People clicked their tongues, amazed that Director Jiang seemed so righteous at work, yet so wild behind the scenes. Those positions... so varied, suggesting he often indulged in such activities.
Aurelia Shaw coldly lifted her eyes, glancing at the woman kneeling at her feet. Her eyes, as cold as frost, showed no trace of sympathy. The experiences of her past life taught her that her heart must be cold enough, that softness towards enemies only pushes herself into Hell.
Had she not known Dovina’s plan in advance, had she not swapped the videos and photos, or perhaps if the Viscount Zhou hadn’t helped her find out who was behind it, the one kneeling here, mocked and scolded, would have been her!
After all, if Dovina hadn’t harbored the intention to ruin her purity and lead to her downfall, she wouldn’t have had the opportunity to expose these photos and videos. So the one who truly harmed her and caused this situation was herself.
Dovina had lost all sense of reason. In her view, if not for Aurelia Shaw, she wouldn’t have ended up . Now, everything was ruined: her career, her future, everything was destroyed. She blamed Aurelia Shaw for everything.
Dovina’s eyes, blood-red, glared at Aurelia Shaw. She looked like a maddened beast, filled with wrath, screaming and lunging at Aurelia Shaw, "Bitch, I want to kill you!"
No one knew where Dovina found a blood-stained rock, sharp as a knife, as she slashed it down towards Aurelia Shaw’s face. The corners of her mouth curled into a sinister, creepy smile as she opened her mouth, laughing loudly, her laughter terrifying and chilling, like a psychopathic killer.
"Ha... hahahaha... Die, bitch!"