Chapter 446: Booked a Room Just to Play Mahjong?
Seeing on the big screen, herself and ASC Television’s Station Director Arnold Alden entering the same hotel room one after the other, Fiona Vaughn’s pretty face turned as white as paper in an instant.
"No! It’s not like that!"
"Turn it off! Don’t watch! Everyone turn it off!"
It felt as if all the blood in her body had been drained, leaving her without even the strength to stand.
Everyone was looking at Fiona Vaughn in shock one moment, then in disbelief at the images displayed on the big screen the next.
All the photos were so clear, they even marked the time and place specifically.
Although Fiona Vaughn was wearing a mask, her brows and facial features made it unquestionably her.
Meanwhile, ASC Television’s Station Director Arnold Alden was being as cautious as Fiona Vaughn, wearing just a cool-looking baseball cap, and the surveillance caught his entire face clearly.
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"Who could have expected! The goddess touted as the last pure starlet in the entertainment circle is actually so filthy in private."
"Yes, and I remember Station Director Arnold Alden is Chloe Alden’s uncle, isn’t he? Fiona Vaughn getting involved with her friend’s uncle, what is she thinking? Doesn’t she feel ashamed?"
All sorts of whispers, like a million tiny needles, pierced into Fiona Vaughn’s heart, leaving her bleeding profusely.
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Not only Fiona Vaughn but even Chloe Alden herself couldn’t accept this fact.
She staggered back two steps, almost feeling like she didn’t recognize the good friend she knew.
"Fiona... are these photos real? You and my uncle..."
She was the one who introduced Arnold Alden to Fiona Vaughn in the first place; thinking back, Fiona Vaughn initially wanting to please her, becoming friends, always seemed to be about admiring Arnold Alden.
At that time, Chloe Alden simply felt proud in her heart, finding such a kindred spirit and good friend, who was also a fan of her uncle, how could she not make introductions?
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Facing Chloe Alden’s heartbroken questioning, Fiona Vaughn covered her cheeks with her hands, her beautiful face pale and haggard, appearing very fragile and delicate.
"Chloe, at this point, you don’t even believe me?"
"Chloe, we have been friends for almost ten years, is our friendship really this fragile? You clearly know that the only person in my heart is Tyson, how could I possibly do such filthy things to affect the relationship between him and me."
Chloe Alden bit her lip. She has always been straightforward, saying what she means, easily deceived, but now seeing those photos, then looking at Fiona Vaughn’s haggard face, she didn’t know who to believe.
Yet seeing Fiona Vaughn so pitiful, Chloe Alden couldn’t bear it, she thought and thought, finally stepping forward reluctantly, suppressing her doubts to help her up.
"I... Fiona, I’m sorry, you should explain these things to Tyson."
Fiona Vaughn looked up dazedly, her expression full of anguish as she looked toward Tyson Law next to her.
"Tyson, won’t you believe me? I really wouldn’t do anything to hurt you..."
Tyson Law was clearly the one most affected in the entire banquet hall, his expression dazed, like a soulless puppet.
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Hearing Fiona Vaughn’s sobs, Tyson Law’s handsome brows furrowed deeply.
"Fiona, I just ask you, are the photos of you and Director Alden opening a room together real?"
Looking at the tears pooling in Fiona Vaughn’s eyes, Tyson Law’s heart ached as if being cut by a thousand blades.
This woman he worked so tirelessly to protect, made him feel so innocent and kind, yet secretly, she had done such wretched things behind his back?
His wife going to get a room with another man?
What normal man in this world can easily accept that?
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Seeing Tyson Law’s tone turn disbelievingly low and melancholy, Fiona Vaughn immediately became alert; Tyson Law certainly was starting to suspect her relationship with Arnold Alden!
She bit her lip, resolutely wanting to deny.
"Tyson... those photos are, of course..."
However, before she could finish her sentence, she heard Cecilia Vaughn’s voice, seemingly smiling yet not.
"What, Fiona Vaughn, are you trying to say those photos are photoshopped? Fake? That Adrian and I are framing you?"
"Not only do we have photos, but we also have videos, plus checking your schedule with Station Director Alden’s for that day, it shouldn’t be difficult to find out the truth, right?"
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Listening to Cecilia Vaughn, Fiona Vaughn’s red-lacquered nails dug deeply into her palm.
—That vile woman, saying this in front of everyone, didn’t she want to ruin me?
Feeling the sharp pain, Fiona Vaughn barely calmed down a little.
"Tyson, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hidden it from you! Those photos, they’re real! But I absolutely didn’t do anything to betray you!"
"Pfft..."
Cecilia Vaughn nearly bent over laughing, seeing Fiona Vaughn argue so persuasively.
Two married adults with their respective spouses, admitting to getting a room, is there any chance they were just playing mahjong inside?
Playing mahjong would require more than just two people, right!
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Everyone obviously didn’t expect Fiona Vaughn to admit so quickly.
The crowd erupted, collectively looking toward Tyson Law.
Tyson Law wasn’t wearing a hat today, yet everyone present felt The Second Young Master’s head shone brightly and was a bit green at the same time.
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Being stared at with such sympathy, Tyson Law’s heart was like a jar of mixed flavors spilling over.
Sour, and bitter.
He looked at the tear-stained Fiona Vaughn clinging to his arm, clearly as fragile as before, yet he almost doubted whether he knew her at all.
When had Fiona Vaughn ever been this disheveled, without grace or poise, using him as her sole lifeline.
"Fiona, let go of me."
Tyson Law’s heart ached unspeakably; how could he believe Fiona Vaughn when his wife had gone to get a room with someone else, even if she insisted a thousand times she was innocent?
"Tyson, don’t leave me, I was wrong, but that day! I was just discussing contract termination with Director Alden, I didn’t want it to become ugly or attract reporters, who could have known it would be turned into such rumors!"
Fiona Vaughn was sobbing uncontrollably, lifting her eyes hatefully as if she could kill Cecilia Vaughn with her gaze.
"Sister, why would you frame me like this? Director Alden for me is like a mentor, like a father, we met privately at the hotel just to avoid suspicion! Why did you secretly take pictures of me with him!"
Avoiding suspicion by going to a hotel?
Cecilia Vaughn scoffed, her gaze colder than cold.
"You’re still trying to argue? Sorry, I have more evidence."
Just when Cecilia Vaughn was about to reach for the touchscreen projector, a fierce slap was heading toward her cheek!
"Wretch! Stop it right now!"