Chapter 412



Joanna’s eyes flickered with a moment of doubt before hardening with renewed rage. “Don’t act like you’re better than me, Kallie! If you’re so powerful, end me now! Kill me! Because if you don’t, I swear I’ll make your life a living hell. You should have died abroad! Why did you even come back? You’re vile, and your daughter is just as repulsive.”

Kallie’s expression hardened, her gaze turning icy as she stared down at Joanna. “In that case, I really shouldn’t have shown you any mercy,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “Joanna, do you honestly believe this is all I can do?”

Joanna, still on the floor, sneered with defiance. “If you think you’re so powerful, then prove it! I’ve already lost Ethan; I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

Kallie offered a faint, knowing smile, choosing not to dignify Joanna’s challenge with a response. She simply turned and left the room.

In the adjoining room, a group of reporters stood nervously, their cameras clutched tightly. These were the very people Joanna had hired to smear Kallie’s reputation.

Kallie gestured for one of them to approach. The reporter stepped forward eagerly, his smile ingratiating. “Ms. Nixon, rest assured, I’ll handle everything as you’ve asked.”

Kallie gave a slight nod, her expression unreadable. “Did you record everything?”

“Yes, I did,” the reporter said with enthusiasm.

“I can edit the footage to portray Joanna as a paranoid woman, constantly accusing her husband of infidelity, which leads to her mental breakdown. We’ll make it look like she even tried to imprison him at home. And every woman who got close to Ethan, we’ll frame it as them under Joanna’s obsessive control.”

The reporter paused, his grin growing wider. “With the Martel family’s status, this story will be massive. Once it’s out, it’ll be the talk of the town. I’ve already coordinated with my colleagues. Everyone will push the same narrative—Joanna’s reputation will be in ruins.”

A chilling laugh escaped Kallie’s lips, her eyes devoid of any warmth. “You seem to be an expert at doing such a thing. How many people have you screwed over with your approach?” Her voice dripped with disdain.

The reporter remained unfazed. “Screwed over? Please. If those people I report on didn’t mess up, I wouldn’t have a story.” A smug grin spread across his face.

Kallie’s mockery intensified. “So, how about we turn the tables, huh? Let someone dig up all your dirty laundry and splash it across the headlines. How would you like that?”

The reporter’s smirk vanished, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

Before he could stammer out a response, Kallie dismissed him with a wave of her hand and said to her bodyguards, “Get him out of my sight. And make sure he never shows his face around here again.”

The reporter was unceremoniously hauled away, his pathetic whimpers echoing down the hall. He seemed genuinely baffled by his sudden downfall.

The room fell into tense silence, broken only by the reporter’s fading cries. The remaining reporters hardly dared to breathe.

Kallie sank onto the sofa, massaging her temples wearily. “Did you all get the footage?”

The remaining reporters exchanged nervous glances. Finally, one spoke up, his voice hesitant. “We understand. We’ll report the truth about today’s events. The whole city will know.”

“Good,” Kallie’s tension eased slightly. She instructed her security team to keep a close watch on Joanna. She wasn’t trying to be cruel, but Joanna wasn’t going anywhere until this was resolved.

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