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Yet after just two steps, he sensed something off about the deck’s atmosphere.
Guests who’d been scattered around admiring fireworks now clustered in one direction, buzzing with gossip as if wit- nessing some major spectacle.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like the Johnson heiress is arguing with the movie queen!”
“No way?
At an event like this?”
Alexander’s heart tightened. He quickened his pace, pushing through the crowd.
At the center stood Matthew, face flushed with rage, locked in a standoff with Vivian.
The tension hung thick, charged like gunpowder.
Smack!
A sharp crack cut through the noise.
Then Matthew flung a handful of photos into the air like furious snowflakes, scattering them everywhere.
The images clearly showed Vivian pressed intimately against Bruce, her body nearly molded to his.
Though perceptive eyes could spot the forced perspective in many shots,
the chaotic scene was enough to ignite everyone’s gossip frenzy.
“Isn’t she Alexander’s fiancée? What’s she doing with Bruce?”
“This is the Ford family’s event. How dare Vivian pull this?”
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
Matthew’s voice sliced through, sharp and dripping with contempt:
“Vivian, have you no shame?
Look where you are!
The Ford anniversary gala!
Did
you even stop and think what trash you are, daring to touch my man?”
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Vivian paled, stammering defensively:
“Matthew, it’s a misunderstanding! Bruce and I were discussing brand endorsements. It’s not what the pictures show.”
Matthew snorted, stepping forward to deliver another brutal slap–so hard it left Vivian dazed.
Five crimson fingerprints bloomed across her fair cheek.
“Everyone in Seattle knows Bruce is my fiancé! You think you can openly seduce him here?
You think the Johnsons are pushovers? That you can disrespect me to my face?”
Terrified, Vivian’s eyes welled up as she clutched her face, shaking her head desperately.
“No!
Matthew, please listen!
I have no interest in Bruce!”
She frantically scanned the crowd for help but met only curious, scornful, or gleeful stares.
“We… we were just talking work!
Honest!”
Panic tangled her words, voice trembling.
Trapped, those photos felt like irrefutable proof nailing her to shame.
Suddenly she lunged at Bruce, grabbing his arm like a last lifeline.
“Bruce, hurry up and explain things to Matthew!
We didn’t do anything!
We were just discussing work, right?
Say something!”
Bruce’s expression darkened. Frowning, he shook off Vivian’s hand, his tone laced with coldness.
“Matthew, stop making a scene. Everyone’s watching.”
Matthew stepped forward, lifting her striking, furious eyes as she sneered:
“Bruce!
Even now, you’re still protecting her?”
Bruce: “……”
“I never imagined you little celebrities could be so shameless, throwing yourselves at brand representatives for some
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lousy endorsement?
Where’s your professional ethics?
Where’s your self–respect?
Did you swallow them?”
Each of Matthew’s words stabbed into Vivian’s heart like knives, piercing the ears of every onlooker.
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Vivian completely broke down–disheveled hair, cheeks swollen and red, tears mingling with humiliation in utter dis-
grace.
Now she’d become the target of public criticism, with no agent present and no powerful family backing.
She transformed into the juiciest gossip of this luxurious party, a live–streamed cringe moment.
The surrounding whispers grew louder.
“Tsk tsk, who’d have thought even a movie queen needs to earn money this way…”
“Never judge by appearances! How desperate for resources can one be?”
“The Johnson heiress sure has a temper–straight to physical confrontation!”
“This is getting interesting. Wonder how Alexander will handle this later…”
“Enough!”
A frigid voice cut through the noise with commanding presence.
Alexander.
His face darkened as if storm clouds gathered.
Witnessing the chaotic scene and Vivian’s tear–streaked devastation, his fury was palpable.
Yet before he could act, an even more authoritative voice rang out.
“Everyone, stop!”
Victor had approached unnoticed, his expression stern as his steady gaze swept the crowd.
The guests instantly fell silent, holding their breaths.
He first nodded politely to the surrounding guests, his tone calm yet leaving no room for doubt.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my apologies for this unsightly display.
A minor misunderstanding has disrupted your enjoyment.”
Without even glancing at Vivian, he signaled his bodyguards and ordered firmly:
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“Escort Miss Campbell ashore.”
“Yes, Chairman!”
Two black–suited bodyguards immediately stepped forward. Ignoring Vivian’s struggles and cries, they half–carried her away from the scene.
“I won’t go!
Let me go!
Alexander!
Help me!
I didn’t…”
Vivian’s voice faded into the distance, vanishing from the crowd’s sight.
Victor turned back to the guests, his composure restored as if nothing had happened.
“A small interruption. Please continue–the fireworks aren’t finished yet.”
Though Victor handled it swiftly and decisively, the turmoil clearly wouldn’t subside.
Guests whispered among themselves, dissecting the explosive scene and speculating about hidden truths and conse-
quences.
“Alexander, help me back to the lounge.”
Victor’s words deliberately denied Alexander any chance to pursue Vivian.
Alexander clenched his fists, knuckles whitening.
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