Chapter 6

In the livestream, the taunting from viewers rolled in nonstop.

[Well, well, well, this little vixen. Doesn’t that term suit her perfectly?]

[Did she think being a secretary meant something else? Talk about flattering herself.]

[Flies don’t buzz around an uncracked egg. That Mr. Johnson probably isn’t so innocent himself, or why would anyone get the wrong idea?]

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The screen filled with comments as I watched them scroll by. I couldn’t help but smirk at the last one.

“Marion, how do you still have the nerve to cry? When you and your friends cornered me back then, weren’t you laughing?”

The security footage kept playing. When it reached the part where a woman said, “Our Marion here is going to be Mrs. Johnson one day! Who do you think you are?” Anya began to sweat, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

“You two are best friends, aren’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. Why don’t you tell us how you usually talk about Mr. Johnson when no one’s listening?”

Behind the scenes