Inside the huge hall, I appeared like a woman who had lost control, “You say I betrayed, say I went into beds. Do you have proof? Only using one picture?”
Camille looked at me, the corner of her lips lifting into a mocking smile.
“If there was no proof, would I reveal you at a moment like this?”
She faced the backstage area, her voice soft but harsh. “Other than pictures, I also keep a video. Do you want to show it for everybody to watch?”
With a light motion from Camille’s hand, the huge screen inside the hall showed a video of me sitting inside a car, chatting and laughing with a man.
I looked at the man in that video, and the anger that had gathered to a certain level suddenly faded away.
Because nobody understood better than me that he was my real father.
The ruler of a major overseas financial company.
Yet they actually thought he was the man I had betrayed with.
Russell and Camille really did not know fear because they knew nothing.
And they truly were not scared of death!
All these years, my status had been kept hidden on purpose.
Because I was my parents’ only child, before completing the inheritance of the family wealth, showing myself too early in public would’ve been very risky.