“Isabella, your reputation’s already gone. Stop pretending to be innocent, okay?”
“Veronica is just trying to teach you a lesson. She doesn’t want to see you go down the wrong path, so don’t be ungrateful.”
“If you’re afraid of what people will say, then stop doing those dirty things. You want to sleep around and still act like a pure woman? You’re really something, you fucking slut!”
I couldn’t help but shake with anger, shouting at them, “Who gave you the right to insult me like that? You actually believe Veronica’s nonsense? Don’t you have your own judgment?”
A colleague snorted and said with a smirk, “The photos of you sleeping with someone are already all over the internet. Do you still have no idea about it?”
“Go online and see for yourself! You might be famous soon. An internet star in minutes!”
I unlocked my phone. Sure enough, the first notification on the city’s news feed was a video of Mr. Boyle and me entering a hotel together. The headline was bold and eye-catching.
[To Get a Promotion, She Seduced A Married Manager And Became His Mistress!]
I looked at Veronica’s smug face and asked coldly, “Have you been following me?”