Chapter 19 The Real Mistress
“Wendy, your fan base has just surpa*sed twenty million!”
Inside Wendy’s makeup room, her agent Penny and a*sistant Perry were watching the ever-increasing fan numbers, smiling, from ear to ear.
They had initially planned to deal with Mia only, but this unexpected gain was a pleasant surprise!
Wendy looked at her stunning reflection in the mirror, her l*ps curving into a smirk, “Ask Peggy to come and do my makeup to make me look more haggard. It’s time for my pitiful appearance.”
She was determined to nail Mia to the pillar of shame once and for all!
Just then, makeup artist Peggy hurried in, a strange expression on her face, and handed her phone to Penny.
Penny’s face suddenly changed, and she looked at Wendy with uncertainty.
A bad feeling welled up in Wendy’s heart, and her face fell, “What’s happened?”
Penny hesitated for a moment before handing Wendy the phone.
The top Twitter Trending was now #Wendy Swan, The Real Mistress# and #Wendy Swan Shameless#, among others.
Wendy took a deep breath and quickly clicked to see the details, only for her vision to go black.
The reason she dared to guide everyone to think that Mia was
a mistress was that she was sure Mia would never reveal her marriage and divorce from Joe. After all, she had married into the Smith family through unscrupulous means.
But Mia had thrown caution to the wind, posting their marriage and divorce certificates on Twitter, and even having saved the pictures about the rumors about Wendy and Joe during that
time.
Anyone with eyes could see that Wendy and Joe had been rumored together long before their divorce.
Now, the title of “mistress” had unexpectedly fallen on Wendy
herself!
“Disgusting. The best actress who is the real mistress is blaming others! How audacious can she be?”
“How dare she? Calling the wife a mistress right to her face? No wonder she’s the best actress!”
The malice that netizens had previously shown toward Mia was now doubled toward Wendy.
Wendy stared at the words on her phone, screamed, and threw
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it violently to the ground.
Mia, on the other end, watched as public opinion turned in her favor. Apart from Wendy’s die-hard fans, almost everyone was now pointing their arrows at Wendy.
Some netizens even went to Mia’s Twitter to apologize.
For these fence-sitters, Mia paid no mind. Her eyes deepened, and she thought that if it hadn’t been for Wendy’s foolishness, she wouldn’t have bothered with her.
She was not worth it.
“Wendy deleted her Twitter post.” David had been monitoring the online situation and knew it was Wendy’s doing when he saw her delete the post and other marketing accounts follow suit.
“She was certain I wouldn’t dare offend Joe or the Smith family and would swallow this injustice,” Mia said coldly, a smirk on her l*ps.
If she had been the Miss White of the past, perhaps she would have. But now, she was different, not only refusing to swallow it but also making it widely known.
As they were talking, Sir Smith suddenly called.
“Did you do this today?” he asked.
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His voice tinged with regret.
Mia nodded and said yes, not intending to hide it from Sir Smith, mainly because she couldn’t.
Sir Smith hesitated for a long time before saying, “The Smith family was wrong in the past, and I apologize to you.”
Hearing his words, Mia fell silent.
She hadn’t expected that Sir Smith, at his age, would apologize for his grandson. The one who should be apologizing wasn’t him.
After hanging up, Mia’s heart felt somewhat sour.
After all, Sir Smith had been the only person in the entire Smith family who had been kind to her.
Meanwhile, Wendy, after enduring so much, finally lost control and, with tears in her eyes, sought out Joe.
“Joe?”
Wendy held her stomach, tears in her eyes, sobbing, “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to clear things up for you.”
From behind his desk, Joe tossed his pen aside, leaning back in his chair, “I found the paparazzi. He admitted to being paid for taking those pictures. What do you think, can we trace the source of the money?”
