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Then, Scarlett deactivated her phone number, social media accounts, online shopping accounts, and bank accounts… even her e–reader app. She erased every trace of her existence here. The silver airplane glided smoothly down the runway, then soared into the sky. Smaller and smaller, it eventually vanished into the vast blue expanse.
Chase was in a morning meeting.
“Capitalize
on
Anya’s current
popularity; book her more
variety
shows…”
“Buzz-”
His phone vibrated repeatedly; messages were arriving. He glanced at his phone; it was Scarlett. A cynical smile touched his lips. Had she changed her mind? She didn’t want to break up? After
that she’d done, how could he possibly forgive her?
He placed his phone face down on the table, resuming the meeting.
Anya, beautiful and poised, said softly, “More variety shows are fine, but I’d rather focus on major film and television projects.”
Chase replied, “Good. We have a great script. I’ll fund it myself, and you’ll be the lead.” The other actors grumbled, but they couldn’t say anything. After all, Anya was Chase’s high school sweetheart, his first love.
Anya smiled graciously at them, her eyes brimming with pride and smugness. “Bang!” The conference room door burst open. Uri stumbled in, pale and panicked.
“Chase, Anya! I need your help!”
Chase
was
a
bit
annoyed.“What
happened?
What’s all
the
commotion?”
Uri stammered, “Check the videos online!”
Everyone grabbed their phones. Their eyes widened. The top five trending topics were Scarlett, Anya, and Chase.
But it wasn’t hate for Scarlett; it was hate for Anya!
Scarlett’s videos, recorded with her earrings, were really clear, the audio perfectly audible. Chase remained relatively calm watching the parking lot footage. But when he saw the video from room 88, his hands trembled with rage. Uri said he’d sent Scarlett to him? And the spray! The footage from the paint attack outside showed him protecting Anya while Scarlett almost got killed. The restroom conversation between Anya and Scarlett in the police station made his blood boil.
Anya had been treating him like a dog!
Scarlett’s distraught image
image at the police station, her misery, pierced his heart. Finally, hearing Scarlett’s fluent Georgian, his mind reeled; he felt a dizzy spell coming on.
“Chase!” someone cried.
Chase jumped up, grabbing his keys and stumbling out.
Anya grabbed his arm, panicked.“Chase, you can’t drive like this…”
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*Get away from me!” he roared, shoving her away.“I feel sick looking at your hypocritical Venomous face!”
Anya fell to the floor. The conference room door opened, and several police officers entered, flashing their badges.
“Chase Miller, Anya Louis, and Uri, you are under arrest. Please come with us.” Anya’s face turned ashen. It was over. This time, it was truly over.
They were escorted out of the building. Reporters, influencers, fans, and paparazzi swarmed them. Their hatred for Scarlett was now directed at Anya–with even greater intensity. “She’s so vile! Stole Scarlett’s boyfriend, and tried to kill her!”
“She used us to bully Scarlett! Manipulative bitch!”
“Drop dead!”
A rotten egg flew, hitting Anya’s head. The stench spread through her hair. “Bitch!” Another egg exploded on her face.
Anya lowered her head, shielding herself with her arms. Her handcuffs were clearly visible.
