My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Once the commotion had simmered down, Janet brandished her phone with a triumphant grin. “Vivi, don’t be so quick to dash off. Your boss caught the live feed and she’s en route.”

Previously, when Brandon had ordered his bodyguard to confront the lurking individual in the corner, they unearthed a surprising fact. Rather than merely recording a video, the individual was orchestrating a live broadcast of the unfolding scene in real time. Given the recent high-profile clash between Vivi and Janet, the livestream skyrocketed to the top of the trend list.

Vivi’s boss, seeing the unfolding drama, promptly reached out to Brandon’s assistant, expressing regrets and announcing her intent to personally mitigate the situation.

At Janet’s words, Vivi’s beautiful face gradually lost its color.

She hadn’t anticipated the situation to spiral so drastically out of control.

Her predicament left her helpless, hemmed in by the bodyguards ‘iron circle, like a bird in a cage.

Soon, a fiery-red Lamborghini pulled up outside the hospital. A tall woman in a razor-sharp white suit, power radiating off her in waves, stepped out and strode towards the throng.

blanched at the sight of

woman sauntered past Vivi, she paused to give

bit her lip, holding her tongue.

Janet, extending a hand with a gracious smile. “Hello, 1 am Suzanne Duncan, the CEO of Star Entertainment. I apologize for the inconvenience caused by my

harm done. But, Vivi here alleged that the online trolls attacking me were bankrolled by Star Entertainment. I wonder if there’s

have not only failed in your role as a public figure, but have also publicly defamed my company. It seems

Vivi begged.

whip. “I’ve coddled you enough! Over here, everyone.”

signaling her assistant to bring in the legal team. Suzanne’s frosty gaze fell upon the visibly shaken Vivi. “We all must face the consequences of our actions. Don’t try to shift the blame.

I..” Vivi was on the verge of tears, stammering under Suzanne’s imposing presence.

gap, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “Vivi, quit playing the victim. When you mess

gaze landed on Suzanne, a blank stare that held for a breathless moment before crumbling into despair. Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks as she confessed, “I did it! I orchestrated the entire charade. I hired the cyber