Chapter 17 Splash!
Robertâs head was pushed into a sink filled with dirty water.
Charmine shoved his head further in with her heel. âWash your head off those false and filthy thoughts!â she jeered. âThink about this: If Tiffany wanted the best for you, why didnât she encourage you to study harder? Why did everyone in the family end up avoiding and despising you?â
Robert struggled to breathe under the water, unable to get up as Charmineâs incredible strength kept him down. Suffocating, the dirty water shot up into his mouth and nostrils the moment he opened his mouth in his struggle. It was only when he nearly passed out that Charmine removed her leg.
Harshly pulling him by his hair, Charmine growled, âRobert Jordan, donât be such an idiot; thatâs all Iâm leaving you with. If you do this to me again, I wonât let you off so easily. Not even if weâre related.â
She let him off and left.
Robert sat beside the sink as he struggled to catch his breath. Unbelievable! What changed the shy and quiet adopted kid into such a skilled woman? Who managed to break his ribs with just one kick without even trying?
âWhat an evil woman! She even tried to strain my relationship with Tiffany. Had she not hurt Tiffany enough already? Iâll get her one day!â he scowled to himself.
Meanwhile, Charmine went into her bathroom on the other side of the villa. She instantly removed her makeup and rinsed the taste of blood off of her mouth when a man walked through the door, handing her a pack of ice. âWhy not just get a DNA test?â the man spoke first.
âEric, do you think Tiffany doesnât know what sheâs doing? She probably pays off every hospital and clinic in Burlington. Itâs likely she would change the test result even before the DNA is tested.â Noting her swollen lips in the mirror, Charmine continued, âSo what if they find out Iâm the actual child? They donât like me anyway.â
Eric frowned.
âThough, Iâm actually looking forward to the part when the truth is revealed and that Tiffany had torn them apart.â Her lips curled into a mirthless smile as she cooled her swollen lips with the ice pack.
Ericâs frown deepened. Who would have thought that someone else would hold as much grudge as him, or perhaps even more?
âAnyway, thereâs something more important to attend to.â He handed Charmine a phone.
Charmine was met with a Twitter news feed with the following headlines: [Who is Charmine Jordanâs sugar daddy?] read the first; [Tiffany Jordan Photoshopped in nude] stated the second; [Tiffany Jordanâs resources stolen!] was the third.
The hottest discussion topic in the search bar was, [Tiffany Jordan was auditioning for Chanelâs show, but a Photoshopped nude of her was put on the big screen, and she ended up losing the role.]
Looking at the comment section, she read the following:
[What a coquettish woman! Our Tiff is so adorable and pure, sheâs unreal! Sheâd never do such a thing!]
[Why now of all times? Sheâs obviously playing dirty just to get the role.]
[What an evil woman.]
[Exactly! I wonder what men sheâs sleeping with. How could a newcomer take up such an important role?]
[Iâm disappointed at Chanel for having her as their ambassador. Boycott Chanel!]
[Boycott Chanel! Boycott Charmine Jordan!]
[Leave, Charmine Jordan. Youâre not welcomed.]
The entire forum was filled with unpleasant comments toward Charmine.
Charmine merely rolled her eyes as she scoffed, âThis is nothing to me.â
Nothing? Everyone was bashing her in the forum. How could she act so calm?
âThis is your first fight, Charmine,â he warned. âYou ought to win this.â
âIsnât making the headline something worth celebrating for?â Charmine walked to the wine cellar and poured herself a glass of red wine. She poured one for Eric, though he turned it down.
His look darkened; it was no wonder why no one could help her. The things that happened within the past five years had turned her cynical. âCanât you be more serious?â he asserted. âThis isnât a joke.â
Meanwhile, the executives at Chanel were having an emergency meeting regarding this very situation.
They could not let Charmine have the role if everyone was criticizing her online.
Charmine merely reclined herself on the sofa languidly as she took a sip of her wine. âDonât you worry.
Why would I set this up if I donât have a Plan B?â
With that, she started typing on her phone.