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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Tina Susan didn’t stay angry for long. By the time she returned to the villa, she had calmed down.
As she stepped into the living room, the sight of countless framed photos of her and Lynne Frank together felt almost
like an insult.
She kicked off her high heels, tossed her purse aside, and began to take down the photo frames one by one.
She burned the photos inside the frames, throwing the empty frames into the trash.
There were so many photos.
The living room, the hallway, the bedroom, the study, the gym, the walk–in closet – the walls, the cabinets, the tables…
The phone rang.
Tina Susan picked it up. It was her father.
The moment she answered, she heard Mr. Susan’s angry voice. “Tina, what’s going on online? Why are these rumors spreading now?!”
Tina Susan sat down on the carpet, exhausted, her voice barely a whisper. “Dad…”
Her throat tightened as tears welled up.
Her father’s tone softened immediately. “My dear, don’t cry. Don’t worry, your dad is here! We’re not easy to bully. I’ll handle the websites. We’ll make them pay!”
The warmth of her family’s care broke down Tina Susan’s resolve.
She covered her mouth, unable to hold back the sobs that came pouring out, all the frustration from the night bubbling to the surface.
Her father sighed deeply. “No use crying now. I’ll make Lynne Frank and that woman pay for this!”
Tina Susan wiped away a tear. “No need. It’s my own fault for being so naive and foolish. I’ve already decided to move abroad, so let’s just leave it at that.”
Mr. Susan, filled with frustration, sighed helplessly. “You…”
He wanted to scold her but couldn’t bring himself to, so he could only sigh in pity.
Tina asked about the progress of her immigration papers, hung up the phone, took a quick shower, and went to bed.
Lynne Frank didn’t come home that night.
No calls. No messages.
Chapter 7
She woke up the next morning to find the sun already high in the sky.
Her first instinct was to check her phone. All her photos and videos had vanished without a trace.
As she ate breakfast, Lynne finally returned.
He was wearing the same clothes as the previous day, his hair slightly messy, kis eyes bloodshot, and his stubble a shade of blue.
Clearly, he hadn’t gotten any rest all night.
He sat across from Tina, his voice cold as he asked, “Did you send a lawyer’s letter to sue the website over the online
issue?”
Tina dabbed at her lips with a napkin and met his gaze directly. “Yes, I had to protect my rights.”
Lynne spoke in a businesslike tone. “The company has signed a contract with Chilly Brown. She just returned to the country and needs some publicity.
I’ll give you fifty million, and in exchange, you’ll withdraw your lawsuit against the website and allow them to use your photos and videos for promotion.”
A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Tina’s mouth. “Mr. Frank, I’m not an employee of your company.
I have no obligation, nor do I see any reason, to cooperate with your publicity stunt.”
Lynne’s brows furrowed as he slammed his milk cup down onto the table, his cold eyes fixed on her.
“Are you jealous? Angry about what happened last night? Chilly Brown was injured, her face and foot. I had to rush her to the hospital.
She relies on her looks for a living; I couldn’t let her face be ruined.”
Tina smiled faintly. “I’m not angry. Do whatever you want with her. Just don’t drag me into it, understand?”
Lynne’s eyes flashed with icy disdain, his voice like a cold wind. “You’ve always been so obedient, so understanding. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
Tina calmly replied, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Frank, but I stand by my principles.”
Lynne seemed momentarily stunned, like he had been struck by a soft blow. He looked at her in confusion.
He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and exhaling a cloud of smoke. His handsome, weary face, veiled in smoke, took on a kind of refined decadence.
After a couple of puffs, he calmed down, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray before walking over and sitting beside Tina.
He pulled her into his arms, his voice low. “Alright, forget about the photos and videos. Don’t be angry. Two million, and you withdraw the lawsuit, okay?
Chapter 7
The media and those journalists if they keep stirring things up, it’ll affect the company’s reputation.
