My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon learning of Mandy being targeted by Internet users, Janet, who had recently faced a similar ordeal, understood the discomfort. She couldn’t help but worry about Mandy’s predicament.

After some hesitation, Janet finally decided to reach out to her.

As soon as the call was answered, the distressed and furious voice of Mandy filled the air. “Janet! I already told everyone it wasn’t me. Why are you calling to accuse me? If there were surveillance cameras in the restroom, I’d have already released the video and audio of my conversation with Vivi that day to clear my name!”

Toward the end, Mandy’s voice broke with emotion. “Even if I want to best you, I want to do it squarely and fairly! I would never stoop to such underhanded tactics. I, Mandy, am not that sort of person!”

Janet remained silent, patiently allowing Mandy to vent her frustrations.

She understood that Mandy was under unjust online attacks and that her emotional state was on the edge. If she didn’t vent, she might completely break down.

that Janet had been silent

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some composure, Janet responded sincerely, “I called to tell you that I

aback by her words, her voice wavering with emotion, and she could barely ask, “What… What

all the injustices she had endured seemed to dissipate

the first time, someone believed her, and surprisingly, Mandy didn’t react angrily to Janet’s playful jest. Instead, she found herself nodding in agreement on the other end of the phone, saying, “Exactly! I’m not the kind of

trust me, I… I won’t bother you at your studio anymore,” she said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. Janet smiled

snorted and responded with a touch of arrogance, “Whatever.”

of your interaction with

of her encounter with Vivi in the restroom at the art exhibition and how their collaboration started. She didn’t leave