The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

In the evening, a video went viral.

The video completely recorded everything that happened at the banquet.

Anyone with eyes could see that Emily deliberately spilled the red wine on my dress.

But some netizens chose to turn a blind eye, or perhaps they used this opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction with capitalists.

I watched those people make their ugly remarks.

I continued to click send, sending out another voice message from Emily.

The recording of our conversation.

As I said, she was truly stupid.

Now the tide of public opinion completely changed.

Everyone was criticizing Emily for being a drama queen and a white lotus.

At the same time, more people started digging into the relationship between Emily and Joshua.

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Emily’s early social media with videos of her showing affection with Joshua.

Soon, netizens dug up the fact that Emily’s current boyfriend was the current head of Quinn Corp.

The criticism directed at Emily intensified.

Seeing that the timing was right, I added fuel to the fire.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Within an hour, a lot of news about Joshua’s embezzlement of public funds was exposed online.

Some employees even claimed they were preparing to report it to the police.

I removed Joshua from my block list.

I dialed his number.

The voice on the other end was exhausted.

But he was still so confident.

“Sarah Thompson, you win, okay? I agree to be with you. As long as you don’t make things difficult for Emily and help me pay back the company’s debt.”

The way he said it, it was as if I was holding a knife to his throat and forcing him.

As if marrying me was a great humillation to him.

Truly, a match made in heaven.

“You, a loser? Are you worthy?”

“Don’t break down just yet, there’s a bigger surprise waiting for you.”

I hung up the phone.

Joshua, his mother, and Emily made dozens of calls afterwards.

I blocked every single one.

Not enough, this was far from enough.

I created a Twitter account.

I responded to Emily’s video.

From Emily’s lack of dedication to her work when she joined the company.

To her repeated provocations towards her boss after ho**oking up with Joshua.

And how she spread rumors about me in the company after being fired for incompetence.

Einally, I explained the incident of the spilled wine and the compensation at the banquet.

I attached the price of the dress.

Thirty million dollars, not a penny more.

My personal account gained followers rapidly.