"And she's filthy too—already married but still chasing after male models, playing mistress. Sharing a community with a tramp like her was just bad luck!"
Spittle and curses rained down, painting me as some vile, irredeemable villain.
Hubert looked down on me, his smirk full of provocation.
"Well? Still want to keep that hard mouth of yours?"
He thought he had me cornered. That I would crumble under the weight of shame.
Instead, I laughed coldly, lifting my chin in defiance.
"A dignified tycoon—and this is the best you can do?"
"What's a few neighbors cursing me out? Even if they spit until their throats dry, all I need to do is move somewhere else, and it's over."
"If you really want me ruined, Hubert, you should've called some internet influencers. Let them livestream it all. That way, maybe—just maybe—you could make me infamous across the entire country."
Hubert's expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. You want it big? I'll make it big for you!"
Without another word, he pulled out his phone and made another call.
My heart surged with anticipation.
Yes. Stir it up. The bigger, the better. Let the whole world witness the scandal of your perfect, wealthy family.