Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 764: Hum

"You better think it over." Albert Fletcher stared at the waitress and said, "If you’re making it up, we can sue you!"

The waitress had calmed down by this point and nodded, saying, "I’m willing to take responsibility for this!"

As soon as she said this, it absolutely blew up both on-site and online!

This kind of certainty means she must be sure!

Then the waitress played the recording, which clearly showed her meeting Ophelia Wilson at the hotel, excitedly asking for her autograph.

At first, Ophelia Wilson sounded a bit flustered, then she laughed and negotiated with her, asking if she could prove she was eating in a private room at the hotel restaurant today. Because she snuck out behind her agency’s back to eat, she didn’t want to get scolded. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

As an artist maintaining their figure, facing various restrictions is understandable, especially from a fan’s perspective, so she promised repeatedly that it was no problem.

After that were some casual chats, then the waitress turned off the recording.

Now, the way people at the scene viewed Ophelia Wilson changed—they were all thinking, Ophelia is really meticulous.

She even went to find Director Lewis to switch endorsements, knew how to change disguises, and got someone to forge evidence. She’s incredible!

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"Wow, Albert Fletcher is amazing!" Sophie Wilson clapped her hands forcefully, smiling as she said, "Wasn’t this waitress arranged by Albert Fletcher?"

"They’ve set people up to take photos of Ophelia Wilson, then sent someone else to testify for her, and finally stabbed her at a critical moment—makes sense."

"Albert Fletcher is truly impressive!"

Sophie Wilson was watching the live broadcast with great excitement, completely unaware that someone was resentfully staring at her.

Praising another man right in front of him.

Is he worse than Albert Fletcher?

Charles Seymour quickly opened the chat window and sent a message over there, brief and to the point, just two words: "Take action!"

In the venue, after listening to those recordings, Ophelia Wilson chuckled bitterly, tears rolling out as she laughed.

Though she was laughing, anyone could see the intense sorrow in her expression.

That smile was more pitiful and tragic than tears.

Ophelia Wilson laughed and shook her head, "I never thought you were this kind of person... Pretending to be my fan, is it really that amusing? Framing me at such a time, is it truly that fun?"

"I just managed to get an endorsement everyone wanted. Why can’t you fight for it with your own abilities? Is sabotaging me and ruining me the only thing that makes you happy?" Ophelia knew that the situation was now incredibly unfavorable to her.

She had only one path to take.

That was to never admit it!

She shifted all the blame onto her rivals since there were plenty of artists aiming for this endorsement, leaving enough targets for suspicion.

This would divert the focused attention from her, giving her time to turn things around.

"Ophelia, don’t cry, I believe in you!" Even at this moment, James Reed still firmly stood by Ophelia, which nearly made Ethan Seymour and Hayley Cole, watching the live broadcast, explode with anger.

"Ophelia, don’t worry, I’ll have someone authenticate the recording right away!" Albert Fletcher immediately said, showing a stance of seeking justice for Ophelia.

Sophie Wilson watched eagerly, this live broadcast was truly fascinating, thrilling and full of twists: "Albert Fletcher’s acting isn’t bad either. Impressive, impressive, much respect!"

Charles Seymour’s eyes darkened—his woman admiring another man?

Hmph!

He will show his Sophie who the most impressive man really is.