After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 115: Way Too Exciting

"Never mind that this whole ’being targeted’ thing is just your brother’s one-sided suspicion—there’s no hard proof. For all we know, this is just an excuse you’re using to leave."

Alice York suddenly stopped, and Owen Sterling, who was beside her, stopped as well.

Alice York turned her head and looked at the person on stage who had just spoken. It was Cecelia, who had been antagonizing her all evening.

As soon as Cecelia spoke, a wave of agreement rose from the audience below the stage.

Even Edward Ellison shot Cecelia an appreciative glance. Seeing Alice York about to walk out was making him frantic.

"If she leaves, can the show even continue filming?"

"Being targeted is just a guess. What if her light was just broken, right?"

"Leaving halfway through filming... where is the production team supposed to find a replacement? This is just making things difficult for the show and delaying things for us viewers. So lame."

Alice York ignored the murmurs, automatically filtering them out, and responded to Cecelia’s challenge, "Am I not allowed to leave?"

Cecelia put on a reasonable air. "I’m not saying you can’t leave. I just hope you can consider everyone else. The entire show is waiting for you."

These words earned Cecelia a lot of goodwill from the audience.

As expected of the show’s most popular female contestant, she knew how to hold the stage at a critical moment.

The male contestant, who hadn’t left the stage yet, was overwhelmed with regret. ’How could I have mistaken a fish eye for a pearl, giving up on confessing to Cecelia for this strange Number 12?’

’Cecelia is so much better.’

Cecelia basked in the crowd’s admiring gazes. When she looked at Alice York, her upturned eyes held a hint of smugness. "Why don’t you think about everyone else? Can you at least finish filming this segment?"

Alice York smiled. "The show will be just fine with a pillar like you holding it up. Adding me to the mix would just be boring."

"How can you say that?" Cecelia said, displeased.

Alice York replied, "I’m just telling the truth."

’Coming on this show... it doesn’t matter how long I film. I’ve already accomplished what I came here to do. Now, I just have to wait for Old Master Sterling to get the news. It’s not like it can be hidden from him anyway.’

As for Cecelia’s provocations, she was in no mood to deal with them.

Edward Ellison couldn’t sit still any longer. He shot up and strode over. "Contestant Number 12, from the moment I first contacted you to waiting for you to clear your schedule for filming, I not only gave you the best treatment but also the prime spot. How can you be so dismissive? I’m deeply disappointed in you."

Alice York looked at Edward Ellison. "Considering all the trouble you’ve gone to, Director Ellison, we can forget about the compensation."

"What? You think I should be compensating you?" Edward Ellison exploded, shouting, "Don’t take it too far! You’re the one walking out mid-shoot. I don’t want to argue with you here. Everyone’s watching. I’m trying to let you save some face."

Alice York raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you’re the one letting me save face?"

Edward Ellison’s tone was nasty. "Of course. But I’m a kind person with a good reputation, so I won’t expose you. Just apologize to me after you get off stage."

Edward Ellison was putting on a great show of a director’s magnanimity.

By demanding an apology, he was actually trying to get her to stay.

The audience was abuzz with discussion. "This director is way too reasonable."

"Contestant Number 12 is pretty ungrateful. The director’s kindness is totally wasted on her."

"It was just a lighting bug. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?"

...

The opinions were flying, but Alice York paid them no mind. She said to Owen Sterling beside her, "Let’s go, Owen. Don’t pay them any attention."

Owen Sterling glanced at the stage. "She was the one targeting you."

Alice York didn’t answer.

Owen Sterling said, "Don’t let people who try to frame you off so easily."

Alice York tilted her head to look at him. "It’s not that serious."

Owen Sterling retorted, "If it were, you wouldn’t have the chance to say that."

Alice York was speechless but didn’t argue.

Just as the two of them stepped off the stage, the large screen above them suddenly changed. The static "One in a Million" logo was replaced by a video.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the video playing on the screen.

A beautiful woman was clinging to a man, whose hand rested on her fair thigh, caressing and kneading it up and down, full of undisguised lust...

But that wasn’t even the most shocking part. The scene grew more and more explicit. The person who edited the video had been "kind" enough to censor the crucial parts, leaving only their two easily recognizable faces exposed.

It was Cecelia and the director, Edward Ellison.

Everyone was stunned when they clearly saw the man and woman in the video.

Edward Ellison’s face turned ashen. He roared, "Who the hell is playing this! Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"

Cecelia kept her face covered, feeling countless gazes piercing through her. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

The staff in the control room sounded distressed. "Director Ellison, we can’t turn it off! Someone has taken control of the video feed."

"What?"

Edward Ellison was furious.

The audience had already erupted into chaos.

Zoe Jenson didn’t even get a clear look at the sordid scene before Holden Locke raised a hand to cover her eyes. When she curiously tilted her head to peek, Holden had to hold her head steady, his voice deep. "You’re still young. Don’t look at such filth."

"..."

Even Holden Locke himself looked away, disgusted by the scene.

"Oh my god, this is way too intense."

"The director is sleeping with a contestant, and then she comes on the show to pick a man? Now this show’s getting interesting."

"I’d heard these dating shows were messy, but I never believed it. This is my first time seeing one live, and I didn’t expect to see something this explosive."

"I’m posting this online right now, haha! It’s going to blow up the trending topics for sure."

"Wait, look! This director is really something else. He used the casting couch on a ton of contestants. They’re showing the chat logs now! I wonder which brave soul has been planning this exposé."

The video changed. The explicit clip had only played for about ten seconds before being replaced by a stream of chat logs. The way they were edited, they looked like screenshots taken from Edward Ellison’s chat history.

The chat logs were filled with sexually suggestive flirting and casting couch arrangements.

He had slept with more than half of the previous female contestants.

There were also his chat logs with Cecelia, which were incredibly explicit.

Further down, there was even a chat between Edward Ellison and a friend about the new contestant, Alice York. In the conversation, Edward Ellison said that after Alice filmed a few more episodes, he would find a way to sleep with her as soon as possible.

Frame by frame, scene by scene, it was sickening to watch.

When Owen Sterling saw that last part, a savage fury erupted from him. He stormed directly onto the stage and punched the dumbfounded Edward Ellison.

Edward Ellison fell to the ground on impact.

Blood gushed from his nose.

He frantically fumbled for his phone but couldn’t find it. Only then did he remember that he hadn’t brought it with him when he walked over, leaving an opening for someone to exploit.

"You got ideas about my sister? Are you looking to die?" Owen Sterling grabbed Edward Ellison by the collar, tightening his grip until the man could barely breathe.

Edward Ellison was terrified and immediately begged for mercy. "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare."

BAM.

Owen Sterling landed another vicious punch on Edward Ellison.

Seeing this, Cecelia was so scared she turned and fled.

Among the other female contestants, some felt vindicated while others worried about being implicated. Only Seraphina Sheridan actually laughed out loud. She hadn’t expected Edward Ellison’s karma to arrive so quickly. It was incredibly satisfying.

The entire venue descended into chaos.

Someone even started live-streaming the chaos, and in no time, the incident blew up and shot to the top of the trending topics...

Alice York didn’t try to stop Owen Sterling from beating up the director.

’The moment the scandalous video of the director and Cecelia was exposed, I thought Owen Sterling had arranged it. But when I saw him rush over to beat the director up, I realized this wasn’t his doing at all.’

’It was someone else.’

Alice York turned her head, her gaze sweeping the area as she tried to find that person’s figure.

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto a figure in a dimly lit corner. It was... it was the back of Wyatt Sterling.