Chapter 583

“Did he physically harm you?” another journalist asked, her voice professional though her eyes gleamed with concern, leaning forward as if to capture every detail of Selena’s response.

Selena’s expression saddened with perfect timing. Her voice quivered, playing the part of the frightened victim to perfection. “Yes,” she replied shakily. “I had to fight him off. He tried to push me down, and when I resisted… he hit me!” Her hand flew up to her face, gesturing toward the red mark on her cheek, a mark she had carefully crafted moments earlier, knowing it would evoke sympathy and paint her as the victim.

But, the truth was far more sinister. No one had laid a hand on Selena, but she had learned how to manipulate her image well. Pressing her hand hard against her face before walking out into the crowd had left the perfect hint of redness, a fabricated wound to sell her story. As she pointed her finger to the red mark on her face, she said,“This is what he did to me,” she choked out, he