The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 217: If She Can’t Have Him, She’ll Destroy Him

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: If She Can’t Have Him, She’ll Destroy Him

"Miss Faye Lawson, why did you choose to become a mistress and destroy someone else’s family?"

"I heard your cousin Claudia Bell bullied others at school. What do you think about this?"

"Have you been influenced by your cousin?"

"What nonsense are you talking! Turn off the cameras!" Faye Lawson looked angrily at the reporters. "Since you know who I am, turn off the cameras immediately. If any of this gets out today, my uncle won’t let you off."

Yvette Aston leaned against the door, watching Faye Lawson in her arrogance.

"Do you know what idiots like her indicate?" Holly Ziegler also leaned aside, sneering.

Dealing with someone like Faye Lawson is stress-free, no brainpower needed to outsmart her.

"It’s the tragedy of family education, excessive pampering and indulgence at home, thinking parents and family can solve everything for her. She believes she’s a princess at home, and thinks she can be a princess in society too, everyone else is beneath her," Holly Ziegler scoffed, shaking her head.

Unfortunately, the society is very realistic, if parents don’t educate well, someone will teach them a lesson in the real world.

"Why be a mistress? Your cousin bullies classmates; you’re a mistress. Does your whole family have a problem with their morals?"

Someone started to jeer.

"You’ve got some nerve. Do you know my cousin Wendy Bell is about to get engaged to the Grant Group? My cousin will be the future lady of the Grant Group, Ethan Grant’s wife. If you dare mess with me, let’s see how you’ll survive in the entertainment industry!" Faye Lawson desperately wanted to join Ethan Grant’s entertainment company, but there was no way in.

Now that the Bells and Grants are about to unite in marriage, Faye Lawson has been leveraging this connection to boss around, with everyone fawning over her.

And she enjoys this process of being flattered.

"So Wendy Bell, who is about to get engaged to the Grant Group, is also your cousin. I wonder if she has also bullied others or been a mistress to someone."

Someone turned the focus on Wendy Bell.

This was arranged by Yvette Aston before...

She didn’t really want to do this, but Wendy Bell had schemed against Ethan Grant many times and was not a good person either.

"Bullying, what bullying? With the family background my cousin has, hitting them is their blessing. Didn’t they take a few million in compensation from my uncle’s funds? They took the money, now they’re bringing up things from ten years ago, must be out of money! They’re cooking up a fuss over trivial matters now for publicity!"

"Faye Lawson, saying such things, do you think bullying is not a crime?"

"So what if they got paid!" Faye Lawson wanted to leave, but the reporters blocked her exit.

In an instant, Faye Lawson’s statements were denounced by netizens online.

Faye Lawson probably didn’t expect that in just a few hours, she would experience her first time dominating major online trending searches.

"Bullying not a crime? Victims hyping things up? Secondary harm!" Words like these instantly flooded the screens.

The Bell family’s PR team hurriedly refuted the rumors, trying to suppress the trending topics, but they couldn’t.

...

Bell Family.

"What’s going on! Is Faye Lawson an idiot?" Wendy Bell rarely got angry; looking at the online accusations, she was almost going crazy.

"This afternoon is the engagement site, and now this has suddenly erupted—what will the reporters say this afternoon? What do we say!"

Wendy Bell trembled with anger.

"Miss, please calm down. You mustn’t get angry, you mustn’t." The assistant hurriedly supported Wendy Bell.

"Get away! A bunch of useless fools, idiots! Get this thing suppressed for me, call that Faye Lawson! Tell her to shut up for me!"

Wendy Bell was furious enough to kill someone.

Trembling, she took out her phone. Her first instinct was to pacify the Grant Family.

Called her father, asked him to placate Arthur Grant, and promised to suppress public opinion before three in the afternoon.

Next, she called Ethan Grant, wanting to explain that she wasn’t familiar with Faye Lawson.

But Ethan Grant simply wouldn’t pick up the phone.

"Damn it ..." Wendy Bell’s eyes reddened, her whole body trembling, clutching the phone tightly.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

She can’t lose like this.

She won’t admit defeat.

Ethan Grant must be hers.

She’s waited so many years, sacrificed so much, she must have Ethan Grant—if she can’t get him, she’ll destroy him!

Ethan Grant, you’d better not be ungrateful, she’s been good enough to him.

Compliant in every way, what more does she have to do!

"Miss, madam, it can’t be suppressed." The assistant ran in anxiously from the living room. "It’s clear there are players behind this."

"Is it Ethan Grant?" Wendy Bell stumbled out and asked in a low voice.

"We’ve checked, it shouldn’t be Ethan Grant. It happened suddenly; Ethan Grant probably just found out because Starlight Entertainment hasn’t taken action yet."

Wendy Bell was stunned, if it wasn’t Ethan Grant, then who else would want to bring down the Bell family? "Besides Ethan Grant, who else has the capability?"

"We can’t find out ..." The assistant was anxious.

...

IF Plaza.

The spectacle was still escalating. Faye Lawson was stuck in the VIP lounge of the luxury store, unable to leave, waiting for security and company people to get her out.

Yvette Aston went to a corner to answer a call. "This time... thank you."

"Aren’t we partners?" On the other end, a man’s voice was low. "I’m surprised you finally decided to act."

Yvette Aston said nothing.

"It seems you’ve made up your mind," the man continued. "Rest assured, the public opinion won’t be suppressed, and it will continue to ferment. Arthur Grant isn’t a fool; the engagement press conference this afternoon is certainly ruined."

Yvette Aston still said nothing.

"Yvette Aston, I’m not a philanthropist. Consider this small matter on me, for now, I won’t need you to repay me, but next time... when you seek my help again, I will require compensation." The man was reminding Yvette, in a partnership, it’s a give and take.

"Alright..." Yvette Aston agreed.

"Very well." The man chuckled and hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Yvette Aston absent-mindedly walked back into the shop.

"Get all the reporters out!" The manager shouted at Holly Ziegler. "Are you in cahoots with his wife?"

"Just acquaintances." Holly Ziegler cleaned her ear.

"Oh! I see! How coincidentally she showed up to catch the affair, it’s you who tipped off his wife, isn’t it?" The manager argued with Holly Ziegler.

"If she can become a mistress, why be afraid of others finding out!" Holly Ziegler wasn’t afraid of her.

"You’re fired now!" The manager said angrily.

"What reason do you have to fire me? Do you have any evidence?" Holly Ziegler rolled her eyes.

"I’m the manager; I have the right to fire you. Besides, do you have any sales? According to regulations, no sales means out!" The manager pointed at Holly Ziegler’s chest, cursing.

"Why would you say such things to people..." Yvette Aston rushed over, standing protectively in front of Holly Ziegler. "The assessment isn’t over yet."

"Ha, it’s almost a month now, no sales, just freeloading? You bottom-feeders can’t even afford a single bag your entire life, can you?" The manager mocked Yvette Aston. "You’ve been sitting here watching the show for so long without buying anything, what face do you have to speak? If you have the nerve, buy a bag to boost your friend’s sales."