Chapter 11

The crowd looked back at the screen, and indeed, the woman who had been hiding her face revealed her true identity: it was Anna..

"It really is Anna! Oh my gosh, she was pretending to be a pure, innocent flower, but behind the scenes, she's wilder than anyone else."

"Haha, look, there's even a date on it! This was just a week ago, right when she announced her engagement to the Konstantine family. How could Anna dare to sleep with someone else…"

"Does that mean Maxim has been cheated on?"

"Shh! Are you trying to get us killed? That's not something we can just say out loud!"

In an instant, the crowd buzzed with gossip, mocking Camile and Dominic while cautiously glancing at Maxim's expression.

Meanwhile, backstage, Anna had realized she had played the wrong video, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't turn it off.

Listening to the unbearable sounds, her face turned bright red with anger. What on earth was happening?!

She had clearly stored a video of Tatiana as a child on her USB drive, so why was it showing her and Clarke's intimate video instead?!

Who was behind this chaos?!

Fuming, she pounded on the player, but it wouldn’t shut off.

Just then, Camille rushed backstage and yanked the main switch out of the player, then slapped Anna hard across the face.

"Smack!"

With a sharp sound, a red handprint instantly appeared on her cheek.

In disbelief, Anna covered her face and exclaimed, "Mom, you—"

Camille's gaze was colder than ever.

She said in a chilling tone, "Get out of the party right now. Don't let anyone see you!"

Anna, reluctant, protested, "Why?"

Camille's eyes were icy, her voice raspy and harsh, like it was squeezed out between her teeth. "How much longer do you want to embarrass yourself? Leave now; everything else is none of your business. You need to think about how to calm the Konstantine family's anger!"

"This is just a misunderstanding, I—" Anna's face changed, and she felt a wave of panic wash over her.

Camille waved her hand dismissively, her tone impatient. "No one wants to hear your excuses. Just leave and save us what little dignity we have left."

Anna knew that her presence would only invite mockery and ridicule. Even though Maxim had recently abandoned her, just days ago, she had been his fiancée.

Now, she had made a fool of herself, and he

would never let her off the hook easily.

Thinking of his cold gaze and the ruthless reputation he had, Anna's face grew pale, as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

She struggled to stay upright, but her heart raced violently in her chest.

In the next moment, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Seeing Wendy collapse to the ground, Camille's heart raced in alarm. "Anna! What’s wrong with you?!”

The backstage was in chaos, and the front was buzzing with heated discussions.

Although the video had been taken down, its contents were etched in everyone’s minds.

Tatiana glanced at her father, whose face was ashen, and noticed that Camille was nowhere to be found. She felt a twinge of regret for not being able to see her reaction.

Turning her head slightly, she looked at Maxim beside her.

His expression was icy, clearly angered by the video.

A smirk crept onto her lips as she whispered, "Maxim, who would have thought your ex-fiancée was sneaking around with another man? Tsk tsk, looks like you’ve got a little green on your head too."

Her tone dripped with faux sympathy, as if she was genuinely displeased by his predicament.

Maxim felt a surge of frustration. He hadn’t expected anyone would dare to insult him like this.

He turned to her and saw a mischievous glint in her almond-shaped eyes.

In a cold tone, he said, "You orchestrated all of this, didn’t you?"

It was too coincidental otherwise. Anna might be foolish, but she wouldn’t be stupid enough to sabotage herself.

Someone had clearly set this up, and that person was obviously the one who stood to

gain the most—Tatiana.

Tatiana was taken aback that Maxim had guessed it was her so quickly. Her expression stiffened for a moment, but then she playfully tucked her hair behind her ear and said softly, "I can't understand what you're saying."

Maxim shot her a knowing smile, chuckling lightly without arguing.

Instead,he took her hand and walked over to Stefan. He announced loudly, "I have one more betrothal gift to give my fiancee here and it is the Plaza in the East. I hope grandfather won't mind."

As he spoke, Maxim took a folder from his bodyguard and placed it in front of Stefan.

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone instantly forgot the earlier commotion, their attention shifting back to Maxim.

Even Stegan's expression changed dramatically.

Just moments ago, he had been furious, but now he was grinning from ear to ear.

It was well-known that The Plaza was the newly completed central office building invested in by the Konstantine family.

Standing at 55 stories tall and costing a staggering one billion dollars, it had been meticulously designed by an international architect and took three years to complete.

Located in a prime area where every inch of land was precious, it was worth its weight in gold.

Many people had their eyes on Th Plaza, hoping to buy or rent a floor, which was quite a prestigious deal. And it was a deal that is very hard to come by.

Yet, here was Maxim, effortlessly gifting it to Tatiana.

Everyone was astonished by Maxim's generosity and equally surprised by how much he valued Tatiana.

Stefan held a light piece of paper in his hand, fully aware of the value of the Eastern City property.

He was shocked by Maxim's bold move.

Looking at the hands of the both of them intertwined, he handed the folder to Tatiana and asked, "Tatiana, do you accept?”