Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 48: Chapter 48
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The entire venue, save for Cedric, was utterly dumbfounded. The video detonated like a bombshell, turning their world upside down.
"What a huge reversal!" someone shouted.
"This is totally a cheesy drama, so mind-blowing," another echoed.
"What's going on? If Georgia is Georgie, how did Noelle legally verify the pen name?" someone else asked.
"Exactly. Ms. Kirkland personally confirmed it the day Saylor made the official announcement. Was it all a lie? That's way too crazy if true," a girl said.
"Gosh, it's insane. I can't wrap my head around these dirty tricks," someone chimed in.
With the situation exploding, the competition was forced into an immediate pause. Proceeding with the selection now would guarantee nationwide condemnation.
While waiting for the investigation results, Noelle, her face pale, was helped off the stage.
Because Cedric had discredited her, those who shifted with the wind avoided her like she carried the plague.
Noelle sat alone in a deserted corner, her trembling body revealing her panic and helplessness.
Just then, her phone rang. Seeing Gemma's name was like a drowning one spotting driftwood. She snatched it up. "Miss Kirkland."
"Noelle, you utter fool! You had the highest score ever, and you screwed up like this? And dragged me into it. Even a pig is smarter! Ruin yourself if you must, but why pull others down?" Gemma snapped.
Gemma's abuse jolted Noelle back to reality. Clutching the phone, she pleaded, "What's the point now? Think of something to fix this. We're bound together in this!"
With a grim look in her eyes, Gemma said coldly, "Enough, calm down! We haven't lost yet."
A flicker of hope sparked in Noelle. No one knew how hard she'd worked to get where she was; she couldn't lose it all like this. "What do we do?"
Gemma's face darkened. Noelle's reminder of their bond was a threat. If Noelle fell, her reputation would drown with her. "Damn Georgia!" she cursed.
"Issue a statement immediately. Say that after you created the Art of 72 Needles, you demonstrated it once at the hospital, and Georgia was there," Gemma said.
She added, "About the video played after the competition—say it happened after your demonstration, and you knew nothing about it. And you'll pursue legal action against Georgia."
Hearing Gemma's plan, Noelle conceded, "It's our only option now."
Gemma said, "Relax. I've arranged witnesses at the hospital. Plus, you legally verified the Georgie pen name. That's our trump card.
"With that, Georgia can't touch us. Unless Georgia has concrete proof, even Cedric's testimony won't matter."
Following Gemma's instructions, their hired trolls flooded the internet.
Wondersmith: [Georgia's a shameless bitch. Noelle's clearly the victim, yet she's being framed.]
Imyourjoy: [She must've slept with Dr. Benneth years ago.]
Seeing the target of insults online shift back onto Georgia, Noelle's frantic breathing eased slightly.
Then she got another message from Gemma: [Don't worry. This time, no matter what Georgia claims, it's useless. The legal verification is hard proof. Even the law will side with us.]
The message acted like a sedative, calming Noelle's nerves.
Sitting in Vance's modest apartment, Georgia watched the renewed online abuse with only a faint curve of her lips.
After a long while, she casually picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Meridith, get ready to wrap this up."
On the other end, Meridith, sipping soda in a flippant manner, said disdainfully, "Seriously, this is so boring. I wasn't done playing yet."
"What a huge reversal!" someone shouted.
"This is totally a cheesy drama, so mind-blowing," another echoed.
"What's going on? If Georgia is Georgie, how did Noelle legally verify the pen name?" someone else asked.
"Exactly. Ms. Kirkland personally confirmed it the day Saylor made the official announcement. Was it all a lie? That's way too crazy if true," a girl said.
"Gosh, it's insane. I can't wrap my head around these dirty tricks," someone chimed in.
With the situation exploding, the competition was forced into an immediate pause. Proceeding with the selection now would guarantee nationwide condemnation.
While waiting for the investigation results, Noelle, her face pale, was helped off the stage.
Because Cedric had discredited her, those who shifted with the wind avoided her like she carried the plague.
Noelle sat alone in a deserted corner, her trembling body revealing her panic and helplessness.
Just then, her phone rang. Seeing Gemma's name was like a drowning one spotting driftwood. She snatched it up. "Miss Kirkland."
"Noelle, you utter fool! You had the highest score ever, and you screwed up like this? And dragged me into it. Even a pig is smarter! Ruin yourself if you must, but why pull others down?" Gemma snapped.
Gemma's abuse jolted Noelle back to reality. Clutching the phone, she pleaded, "What's the point now? Think of something to fix this. We're bound together in this!"
With a grim look in her eyes, Gemma said coldly, "Enough, calm down! We haven't lost yet."
A flicker of hope sparked in Noelle. No one knew how hard she'd worked to get where she was; she couldn't lose it all like this. "What do we do?"
Gemma's face darkened. Noelle's reminder of their bond was a threat. If Noelle fell, her reputation would drown with her. "Damn Georgia!" she cursed.
"Issue a statement immediately. Say that after you created the Art of 72 Needles, you demonstrated it once at the hospital, and Georgia was there," Gemma said.
She added, "About the video played after the competition—say it happened after your demonstration, and you knew nothing about it. And you'll pursue legal action against Georgia."
Hearing Gemma's plan, Noelle conceded, "It's our only option now."
Gemma said, "Relax. I've arranged witnesses at the hospital. Plus, you legally verified the Georgie pen name. That's our trump card.
"With that, Georgia can't touch us. Unless Georgia has concrete proof, even Cedric's testimony won't matter."
Following Gemma's instructions, their hired trolls flooded the internet.
Wondersmith: [Georgia's a shameless bitch. Noelle's clearly the victim, yet she's being framed.]
Imyourjoy: [She must've slept with Dr. Benneth years ago.]
Seeing the target of insults online shift back onto Georgia, Noelle's frantic breathing eased slightly.
Then she got another message from Gemma: [Don't worry. This time, no matter what Georgia claims, it's useless. The legal verification is hard proof. Even the law will side with us.]
The message acted like a sedative, calming Noelle's nerves.
Sitting in Vance's modest apartment, Georgia watched the renewed online abuse with only a faint curve of her lips.
After a long while, she casually picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Meridith, get ready to wrap this up."
On the other end, Meridith, sipping soda in a flippant manner, said disdainfully, "Seriously, this is so boring. I wasn't done playing yet."
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