They Framed Me as a Fraud, So I Exposed Them Live - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The embassy official's brow furrowed. Since when had their nation's flagship university become some diploma mill?
I showed her the trending hashtag: ["It's You" Exposed - Prestigious Returnee's Degree is Fake!]
The viral post twisted the facts, claiming I'd faked my fainting spell for sympathy. Netizens ate it up, dubbing me "Pass-Out Princess" as I became the country's latest laughingstock.
But the real kicker?
When alumni tried defending me online—confirming I'd graduated from a top-ranked French university with globally recognized credentials—the internet mob turned vicious. They accused me of hiring shills to spread lies, insisting I'd attended some technical college instead. Nobody bothered fact-checking—they just wanted blood.
One glance at these troll accounts and manipulated trends revealed Wendy's handiwork. She was using her family's deep pockets to warp reality online. When my defenders refused to back down, they got doxxed, harassed into deleting their accounts. Soon, nobody dared speak up.
Wendy was literally trying to destroy me.
The embassy staffer looked stunned. "Your country's business leaders often audit courses at our institution. Not one would vouch for you?"
I gave a hollow laugh. "Guess my little drama isn't worth their notice."
Were they truly unaware? Or conveniently looking away? Birds of a feather, after all. As for other industry titans...
"Some genuinely don't recognize my alma mater." Maybe this world was just one giant improv troupe—since when did executives need actual qualifications?
Watching Wendy thrive proved it. She could be ignorant, dishonest, utterly mediocre—yet she'd still climb over corpses to crush you.
The staffer paled scrolling through my hate-filled feed. "Since when did truth become a popularity contest?"
Wasn't the internet just mob rule with better bandwidth? Where was the justice?
My silence spoke volumes. She slammed her desk. "Celine, thank you for bringing this to our attention immediately. I'm alerting the ambassador—we'll handle this decisively!"
"Rest assured," she vowed, "we won't let our nation's reputation be dragged through the mud by some... rumor-mongering brat!"
As she rushed off, my stomach churned. This wasn't just about me—my university was the crown jewel of French academia, their go-to showcase for international recruitment. And now? Online trolls were reducing it to "some fake community college"?
This wasn't just slander—it was a diplomatic slap in the face.
Meanwhile, Wendy, oblivious to the grenade she'd tossed, kept texting from burner numbers:
[Scared yet, idiot?]
[Cash buys consensus. Who'll believe a nobody like you?]
[Kneel and beg—maybe I'll throw you a pity party.]
She thought herself untouchable, exploiting most people's ignorance about overseas education. But her blind arrogance missed the crucial detail: she wasn't just smearing me—she was insulting an institution tied to national pride.
I was mid-clapback when commotion erupted outside. My parents were causing a scene, demanding entry.
Mom spotted me, eyes lighting up. "We've been sick with worry since you vanished from the hospital!" For one heartbeat, I almost believed her—until she hissed:
"What embassy nonsense is this? Trying to embarrass Mrs. Jones again?"
Before I could explain, her vise-grip found my ear. "We're going back to apologize properly! Maybe she'll—"
I wrestled free, sparking her rage. "Ungrateful child!" Her hand reared back. "This is for your own good!"
I showed her the trending hashtag: ["It's You" Exposed - Prestigious Returnee's Degree is Fake!]
The viral post twisted the facts, claiming I'd faked my fainting spell for sympathy. Netizens ate it up, dubbing me "Pass-Out Princess" as I became the country's latest laughingstock.
But the real kicker?
When alumni tried defending me online—confirming I'd graduated from a top-ranked French university with globally recognized credentials—the internet mob turned vicious. They accused me of hiring shills to spread lies, insisting I'd attended some technical college instead. Nobody bothered fact-checking—they just wanted blood.
One glance at these troll accounts and manipulated trends revealed Wendy's handiwork. She was using her family's deep pockets to warp reality online. When my defenders refused to back down, they got doxxed, harassed into deleting their accounts. Soon, nobody dared speak up.
Wendy was literally trying to destroy me.
The embassy staffer looked stunned. "Your country's business leaders often audit courses at our institution. Not one would vouch for you?"
I gave a hollow laugh. "Guess my little drama isn't worth their notice."
Were they truly unaware? Or conveniently looking away? Birds of a feather, after all. As for other industry titans...
"Some genuinely don't recognize my alma mater." Maybe this world was just one giant improv troupe—since when did executives need actual qualifications?
Watching Wendy thrive proved it. She could be ignorant, dishonest, utterly mediocre—yet she'd still climb over corpses to crush you.
The staffer paled scrolling through my hate-filled feed. "Since when did truth become a popularity contest?"
Wasn't the internet just mob rule with better bandwidth? Where was the justice?
My silence spoke volumes. She slammed her desk. "Celine, thank you for bringing this to our attention immediately. I'm alerting the ambassador—we'll handle this decisively!"
"Rest assured," she vowed, "we won't let our nation's reputation be dragged through the mud by some... rumor-mongering brat!"
As she rushed off, my stomach churned. This wasn't just about me—my university was the crown jewel of French academia, their go-to showcase for international recruitment. And now? Online trolls were reducing it to "some fake community college"?
This wasn't just slander—it was a diplomatic slap in the face.
Meanwhile, Wendy, oblivious to the grenade she'd tossed, kept texting from burner numbers:
[Scared yet, idiot?]
[Cash buys consensus. Who'll believe a nobody like you?]
[Kneel and beg—maybe I'll throw you a pity party.]
She thought herself untouchable, exploiting most people's ignorance about overseas education. But her blind arrogance missed the crucial detail: she wasn't just smearing me—she was insulting an institution tied to national pride.
I was mid-clapback when commotion erupted outside. My parents were causing a scene, demanding entry.
Mom spotted me, eyes lighting up. "We've been sick with worry since you vanished from the hospital!" For one heartbeat, I almost believed her—until she hissed:
"What embassy nonsense is this? Trying to embarrass Mrs. Jones again?"
Before I could explain, her vise-grip found my ear. "We're going back to apologize properly! Maybe she'll—"
I wrestled free, sparking her rage. "Ungrateful child!" Her hand reared back. "This is for your own good!"
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