Chapter 28
âYou evil bitch! Youâre no princess of philanthropy, more like a black widow if you ask me! Everything on
the internet is true, donât be fooled by her!â Asher Walter pointed at Angie and shouted profanities at
her from below the stage.
âWhat nonsense! Security, take him away!â Angie screamed out loud as she saw Asher. She could not
be bothered with appearances right now. How dare this fat old man turn up here?!
âAngie Grant is a black hearted woman! Her charity work is just a coverup to fool the public. You and
me, weâve all been fooled! She chopped off my hand just because I was brave enough to speak the
truth. We donât need someone like her representing Imperia, and she most certainly doesnât deserve
this award!â Asher bellowed excruciatingly as he cradled his injured hand.
Murmurs and whispers began as the crowd took in this new information. Is it true? Has their princess of
philanthropy been a fake all this time? Was everything said on Facebook true
The charity dinner was a prestigious event attended by Imperiaâs wealthiest and most influential who
would not stand to be fooled. Many of them left the dinner, but not before demanding for Angie Grant to
provide a proper explanation.
The media was naturally in a frenzy trying to get more information, with the paparazzi trying to push
past the barricaded entrance. The security staff made a show of fending off the media, but they had
received orders not to come to Angieâs protection if the situation escalated.
Noah Quincy was initially furious when the incident broke out and Angie was covered in red paint. He
was ready to teach Asher a lesson himself. However, he halted his actions after listening to Asherâs
speech and seeing his decapitated hand. He wanted to hear the truth for himself too.
He strode purposefully toward the VIP table looking for one woman in particular. As expected, Madeline
was watching the horror show unfolding in front of her with a hint of glee in her eyes. It was almost as if
she had expected this to happen tonight.
âMs. Grant, is there any truth to what the man said? Did you really hire someone to chop his hand off?â
âMs. Grant, what do you have to say about doing charity as a coverup? Have you fooled the people of
Imperia?â
âMs. Grant, can you give a statement on the Facebook accusations?â
âItâs not true, itâs all lies!â Angie defended herself. She was already feeling suffocated as the red paint
on her skin began to harden. The questions from the media only made her feel like she was drowning
further.
Her clothes were soiled. The trophy and her face were smeared in red paint. However, none of that
mattered any longer.
She was well and truly finished. All those years she spent building up her reputation as the charitable
saint of Imperia were for nothing.
âI have all the evidence in my phone. These are audio and video recordings of her paying people off to
block the internet searches and blackmailing the committee into giving her the award!â Asher Walter
announced to the crowd as he connected his phone to the big screen.
A cleverly edited video displayed the transcripts and footage of Angie demanding the award from the
committee. Angieâs unscrupulous behavior was clear for everyone to see. Angie could see her
reputation in shambles right in front of her.
The security staff only appeared after Asher Walterâs video footage ended. He did not put up a fight as
they lazily cuffed and escorted him out of the ballroom.
Angie knew she had no way of defending herself after watching the footage. She sat barefoot on stage,
her face white as a sheet. She felt her entire world crumbling.
She suddenly recalled Noah was still around. Mustering all her willpower, she crawled toward him and
extended her hand to tug at the bottom of his slacks.
âNoah, you must believe me. All those things they said about me, itâs not true! Itâs alright if they donât
believe me, as long as you do. Noah, do you believe me?â she pleaded.
Noah looked at her for a long moment with an unreadable expression on his face. Eventually, he bent
down and offered his arm to her. Angie took his arm as he helped her up.
As the crowd watched this unfold, the noise and commotion in the ballroom died down. They could say
all they wanted to say about Angie Grant, but Noah Quincy was a different story. No one in Imperia
would dare cross the Quincy family.
Angie put on a good show looking weak and injured as she held on to Noahâs arm, believing he had
bought her act. Noah, however, firmly pushed Angie to a side once she managed to stand up on her
own and stood forward in front of the crowd.
âRegarding the allegations of Ms. Grant performing fraudulent charity activities, this matter gravely
implicates the Quincy familyâs reputation as well. I will be sure to conduct a thorough investigation into
these allegations and give the public a proper explanation,â Noah announced in front of the cameras
before walking off the stage, leaving Angie behind.
The crowd gathered below the stage parted to make way for Noah. There was a frigid tension in the air
as he walked past the crowd.
âNoahâ¦â Angie was desolate as she watched Noah walk away from her. She felt her world spinning
into darkness as she passed out.
Wayne Hudson, who was busy stuffing himself with food as all the drama unfolded, chased after his
boss as he saw him leaving the ballroom.
âSir, Ms. Grant has faintedâ¦â Wayne huffed, caught off guard by the turn of events tonight.
âArrange for her to be taken to the hospital and contact the Grants,â Noah instructed.
âYes, sir!â Wayne responded dutifully.
âAlso, go and investigate this matter thoroughly,â Noah continued. As he barked his orders, he looked
sideways toward the VIP table where Madeline last sat. She was no longer at her seat. What great
timing, Noah thought to himself.
âSir, are you worried that someone is playing sabotage behind the scenes?â Wayne was curious.
âIt couldnât be more obvious. Go and look up the relationship between Angie and Madeline as well.â
Something told Noah that Madeline definitely played a part in this maelstrom.
â¦â¦
Madeline considered her mission accomplished as she watched Angieâs unconscious body lying on the
ballroom stage. She was possibly the happiest person in that ballroom tonight. She swiftly left the hotel
soon after, boarding her helicopter back to Maple Forest Villa.
She had just made herself a hot mug of chocolate milk. Colton was still asleep when she got back, so
she made herself comfortable by his bedside as she tuned in to the live broadcast of the gala dinner.
She knew the young boy would panic if he did not see her around when he woke up.
An official announcement on the postponement of the charity dinner was aired on the livestream. Social
media headlines were all about the incident.
âAngie Grant â Black Widow of the Charity World!â one headline wrote, garnering the top place of
search topics on the internet. The previous articles that Angie had tried to block had been dug up by
netizens once again. It was an ugly fall from grace for the philanthropic princess of Imperia.
Madelineâs lips curved upward as scrolled through the headlines on her phone, liking every post related
to Angieâs downfall.
Gordon, I hope youâre seeing this. The woman who killed you is finally getting what she deserves!