They Framed Me as a Fraud, So I Exposed Them Live - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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The bang of the hammer grew louder, faster—each strike pounding against my chest like a drum of despair, crushing the air from my lungs.
The production team had sunk to new lows, shamelessly zooming in on the two elderly figures begging on their knees, broadcasting their humiliation on the giant screen as if it were prime entertainment.
I couldn't take it anymore. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I came to, the sterile chill of a hospital bed pressed against my skin. My parents hovered over me, their faces streaked with tears—but not of relief.
"How could you defy your boss? Look at you now—jobless! Happy?"
I couldn't blame them.
Years ago, they'd sold their home in the countryside the moment my school mentioned a study-abroad opportunity. They lived on pickled vegetables and rice porridge, insisting, "Education comes first."
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself out of bed.
I will get justice—for them, for me.
Stumbling down the street, my legs barely held me up. Then I saw her.
Wendy.
Flanked by a bowing security guard, she flicked her gaze toward me and smirked. "Oh? Job hunting?" Her laugh was razor-sharp. "What's in the bag—more lies? Or just begging for scraps?"
I ignored her, but she lunged, yanking my arm.
"Give it up! Even if you grovel at the CEO's feet, they wouldn't hire you to scrub toilets!"
The guard snatched my bag and hurled it onto the pavement. "Out! Boss says trash belongs in the gutter!"
Papers exploded into the air—my résumé, my notes, my master's degree, now coffee-stained and trampled under Wendy's stiletto.
"See this?" She ground her heel into the parchment. "I decide your fate. No career. No future. Who'd dare defend a nobody like you?"
Her words were boulders on my chest.
Why? Why did hard work mean nothing? Why did truth bow to power?
Tears burned, but I swallowed them. Jaw clenched, I gathered the shredded remains of my diploma—the same one my university's dean had once called "a golden ticket to the world's top firms."
Now? A joke.
Across the street, the French Embassy loomed.
Clutching the ruined certificate, I marched inside and slammed it onto the counter.
"Tell me—is this from your 'prestigious' institution? Because the internet says it's fake. Do you even care about your country's reputation?!"
The production team had sunk to new lows, shamelessly zooming in on the two elderly figures begging on their knees, broadcasting their humiliation on the giant screen as if it were prime entertainment.
I couldn't take it anymore. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I came to, the sterile chill of a hospital bed pressed against my skin. My parents hovered over me, their faces streaked with tears—but not of relief.
"How could you defy your boss? Look at you now—jobless! Happy?"
I couldn't blame them.
Years ago, they'd sold their home in the countryside the moment my school mentioned a study-abroad opportunity. They lived on pickled vegetables and rice porridge, insisting, "Education comes first."
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself out of bed.
I will get justice—for them, for me.
Stumbling down the street, my legs barely held me up. Then I saw her.
Wendy.
Flanked by a bowing security guard, she flicked her gaze toward me and smirked. "Oh? Job hunting?" Her laugh was razor-sharp. "What's in the bag—more lies? Or just begging for scraps?"
I ignored her, but she lunged, yanking my arm.
"Give it up! Even if you grovel at the CEO's feet, they wouldn't hire you to scrub toilets!"
The guard snatched my bag and hurled it onto the pavement. "Out! Boss says trash belongs in the gutter!"
Papers exploded into the air—my résumé, my notes, my master's degree, now coffee-stained and trampled under Wendy's stiletto.
"See this?" She ground her heel into the parchment. "I decide your fate. No career. No future. Who'd dare defend a nobody like you?"
Her words were boulders on my chest.
Why? Why did hard work mean nothing? Why did truth bow to power?
Tears burned, but I swallowed them. Jaw clenched, I gathered the shredded remains of my diploma—the same one my university's dean had once called "a golden ticket to the world's top firms."
Now? A joke.
Across the street, the French Embassy loomed.
Clutching the ruined certificate, I marched inside and slammed it onto the counter.
"Tell me—is this from your 'prestigious' institution? Because the internet says it's fake. Do you even care about your country's reputation?!"
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