Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 95: Turning the Tables

Sienna Monroe let out a soft laugh.

So, it has already begun.

Sebastian Prescott glanced at the noisy scene ahead and casually asked, "Did you arrange this?"

"No, it was June Ewing who arranged it."

He hesitated for two seconds, as if something crossed his mind, "Did you choose the restaurant at Rippling Crest Estates just to watch this drama?"

Sienna Monroe openly admitted, her tone relaxed and smiling, "Yes, such a spectacular show; I definitely couldn’t miss it."

Saying this, she tilted her head to look at him, her expression rare with a playful charm, "If you have the time, you can stay and watch this... good show."

Sebastian Prescott turned his head, his gaze unexpectedly meeting hers, catching sight of her beautiful, delicate face.

Although it was a cloudy day, the gray sky seemed to brighten due to the smile blooming on her face.

It seemed as if everything around had quieted down, and he clearly caught a strange flutter in his heart.

Like petals falling into cool lake water, creating glittering ripples.

His cold, indifferent eyes focused, and the fingers in his pocket slightly stiffened.

Sienna Monroe didn’t notice his reaction and walked to the far right of the crowd.

Vivian Nash’s house, although close to the estate entrance, was separated by a large green belt.

From her current position, she could only make out the villa’s upper exterior.

But she could clearly see the woman called over by June Ewing to play the "original wife," around thirty years old, approximately 1.7 meters tall, not exactly strikingly beautiful, but her demeanor was overwhelmingly arrogant.

She certainly looked the part of the rightful wife.

Perhaps to allow more people to see clearly, she chose a clever spot in front of Vivian Nash’s villa, yet not blocked by the green belt, so even people outside the estate could see clearly.

Besides two people holding a banner, there was also one person holding a loudspeaker.

They were narrating how Vivian Nash seduced her husband, how shameless she was, and how she ruined her family, ending with a call to replace her as the wife.

Every word was earnest, aimed at the heart.

Not at all like a fabrication.

She looked around but did not see Vivian Nash’s figure.

Could she not be at home?

That shouldn’t be; if June Ewing could get people to Rippling Crest Estates, she must have some grasp on Vivian Nash’s whereabouts.

Otherwise, all this effort would be wasted, which wouldn’t be worth it.

Then she must be hiding inside, not daring to come out.

However, with such a commotion, in less than an hour, her name will spread throughout Rippling Crest Estates and the nearby commercial districts.

Her hiding wouldn’t help.

A few minutes later, Vivian Nash still hadn’t appeared, and the "original wife" seemed to have run out of patience.

She took the loudspeaker, turned off the recording, turned the volume to the maximum, and shouted, "Vivian Nash, the auspicious hour has come. As the original wife, I’ve personally come to welcome you. I’ve given you enough face; don’t be too shy to come out!"

"Or do you think I am not sincere enough? Do you need me to show the photos of you with my husband to the neighbors? Then I’ll oblige you. I’ll send those photos..."

Before she could finish speaking, the villa’s door opened, and Vivian Nash stormed out, her face full of anger.

The scratches on her face had not completely healed; there were still a few scabbed scars.

Vivian Nash was truly on the verge of losing her mind.

The night before at The Crestview Hotel, she didn’t meet Caleb Sinclair, and couldn’t reach him at all, leaving her with an uneasy feeling and an ominous premonition.

She didn’t sleep well the entire night, returned to Rippling Crest Estates at noon, and after eating, she took a nap. But she was awakened by the commotion outside after less than two hours of sleep.

She stared fiercely at the woman dressed in brand names, exuding such overbearing pressure.

She guessed the photos sent to the art gallery most likely came from this woman.

But on whose orders?

Who was the mastermind behind it all?

She gritted her teeth and demanded, "Who the hell are you? I don’t even know you..."

Smack!

Before Vivian Nash’s furious words could finish, a loud and crisp slap broke through the biting winter wind.

The "original wife" smashed the photos into her face with force, "Of course you don’t know me, but as long as I and these photos know you, that’s enough."

Vivian Nash clutched her cheek in bewilderment, staring blankly at the intimate photos scattered on the ground, struck as if by lightning.

The surrounding strange glances and murmuring discussions formed heavy stones pressing on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

All her anger turned into despair in that instant, and tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes.

"It’s not me, the person in the photos isn’t me, those are all doctored, they’re all doctored!"

She desperately tried to prove herself, pleading her innocence, "What did I ever do to you? Why are you framing me like this?"

The "original wife" chuckled coldly, grabbing her hair, "Framing? You shameless little hussy dare to do such disgraceful things; do I need to frame you? Since your parents didn’t teach you properly, today I’ll teach you a lesson on their behalf!"

While the two were embroiled in a fierce struggle, two police cars suddenly stopped at the estate entrance, and four police officers got out.

The onlookers immediately dispersed. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Let go, stop fighting!"

The four officers made a concerted effort to separate the two and gave a stern verbal caution.

Vivian Nash, holding her slapped red face, sniffed pitifully, "Officers, I was the one who called the police. I don’t even know her, yet she put up banners and photos to ruin my reputation and beat me like this."

Outside the railing, Sienna Monroe glanced at the officers, a trace of disappointment in her eyes.

She was just getting into it!

But it was enough.

Seeing Vivian Nash’s miserable state, clothes nearly torn, she felt no pity, instead a sense of exhilaration.

Her heart, shrouded in darkness, seemed to see a glimmer of light.

Suddenly, Sebastian Prescott’s voice sounded next to her ear, "Looks like Vivian Nash isn’t stupid. She called the police beforehand."

"Are those photos real or doctored?"

At his words, Sienna Monroe immediately understood, frowning, "Most likely doctored. Are you saying..."

Sebastian Prescott glanced at her, subtly raising an eyebrow.

So perceptive?

He softly analyzed, "If Vivian Nash gets the police involved, they’ll examine those photos, and these rumors will collapse on their own."

"As long as she doesn’t withdraw the case, that woman will likely be charged with spreading falsehoods, inciting brawls, defamation, damaging reputation, and face a cumulative sentence of up to three years, plus a fine. In this game, June Ewing will end up losing both face and troops."

Sienna Monroe lowered her gaze.

This Vivian Nash indeed has some wit in her.

Not only is she adept at using borrowed strength, but she’s also good at using tricks to turn situations in her favor.

She chuckled lightly, "A dog-eat-dog world, of course it has to go both ways to be interesting. June Ewing isn’t the type to sit back and do nothing."

The banner inside had already been taken down, and after getting a general understanding of the situation, the police were preparing to take the group back to the station for investigation.

Sienna Monroe cast her gaze on Vivian Nash again but suddenly noticed the "original wife" was about to look their way. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively dragged the person in front of her, ducking into his embrace.

Softly she said, "Keep walking ahead, the original wife hired by June Ewing is looking at us, I don’t know if she recognizes me!"

Sebastian Prescott’s back stiffened, the cold breeze gently brushing by, and the faint scent of tea blossoms lingered at his nose.

Causing his heart to inexplicably skip a beat.

He held his breath, hesitating for two seconds, cautiously wrapping an arm around her waist, stepping forward, guiding her away.

From the "original wife’s" perspective, they appeared as a couple leaving while chatting and laughing after watching the spectacle.

She withdrew her gaze and stepped into the police car.