Chapter 8

Tia wanted to sell more, so she opened the wardrobe behind her, revealing more of "Matteo's gifts."

The views skyrocketed.

As I studied the screen, the decoration of the room struck me as familiar. A ridiculous thought flitted through my mind. My back straightened.

It couldn't be, could it? I checked my photo album, where I stored our intimate pictures.

I knew it! The room we were in the photo was the exact same one Tia was filming from now.

I deadpanned and announced coldly, "Get our lawyer, Vivian. Let's hit the road."

"Where to?"

"Pay her a visit, of course," I replied, smiling.

Ten minutes later, I unblocked Matteo just to send him an address.

The Internet loved drama, right? Well, let me serve it to them!

While we were on our way, I checked Tia's Instagram account. No wonder the woman thought she was Mrs. Brando—Matteo had been lavishing her with gifts for so long.

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Half an hour later, Vivian, the company's legal department, and I were standing outside the room where