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Chapter 150 You don’t get to tell me what to do
Gossip about the rich and famous always garnered attention, and just the headline alone
was enough to get everyone clicking. The article practically spelt out that it was dishing
the dirt on Moore and me While the Scotts‘ Group might not stretch across the globe like
the Youngs, we had plenty of clout and projects back home. Once the story with our
names hit the web, it shot straight to the top of the trending list
The article was so clear–cut and hit so close to home that the comment section turned into
a firing squad aimed at Moore.
After reading the piece, netizens could not stop themselves from chiming in.
Netizen A posted, “Scumbags come in all flavors, and Miss Scott here is the latest brand of
female
lowlife.”
Netizen B clapped back, “Watch your mouth up there. Read the fine print. She’s adopted,
so she’s not
a true Scott.”
Netizen C added, “This just goes to show, you can’t just take in someone else’s kid. Bad
genes only breed trouble, and no amount of effort can turn a bad seed good.
Netizen D went for the jugular, “Some people’s greed knows no bounds. She didn’t even
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbother to repay the family that raised her before she started eyeing their billions. It’s
downright evil. Lucky for the real Scotts‘ daughter, she’s safe. Otherwise, for someone like
her, nothing would be punishment. enough.”
The netizens‘ fury, mixed with their own life’s gripes, spilled out through their keyboards,
hurling the nastiest insults they could muster.
Some even went as far as to dox Moore, unearthing private moments between her and
Idris, along
a mix of made–up and maybe heard–somewhere tales of her trying to lure him in.
And then there were those scenes at the police station, where her own mother was tearing
into her, all caught on camera and now blasted for the world to see
Suddenly, Moore was the talk of the town, with her name plastered across the top ten
trending spots online.
Rumors were flying left and right–some saying she did all sorts of crazy things to snag
Noah when they got hitched.
Others were dishing dirt about her college days at Mandala, like hooking up with an
upperclassinan, catching HPV, and even having an abortion.
There was even this wild story about her trying to charm a big shot’s son in Mandala, but
ending up getting ditched in the street without her clothes on
Basically, every bit of gossip, whether it was true or not, was being dug up by the online
crowd and dumped right on Moore’s doorstep.
As I watched the internet tear Moore to shreds, I handed Idris’s phone back to him and
massaged my temples. “I didn’t start this fire,” I told him. He had not asked, but by the
way he brought it up, it was like he was fishingfor an answer.
I mean, who else would have it out for Moore like I did?
Idris’s brow.creased, and he locked eyes with me, his l*ps a tight line. “I know that,” he
said.
I stopped short, puzzled. If he knew I was not behind it, why was he showing me all this
drama?
He must have caught the question in my eyes because he arched an eyebrow and said, “If
you really wanted to take her down, you would not have turned down the dirt I dug up at
the restaurant.”
He said it so coolly and easily that it took me a second to catch up. I stared at him, trying
to figure out
what he was getting at
With a calm look and steady eyes, he added, “Someone close to you must’ve written that
article, stepping into the ring for you.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI stopped in my tracks, a name flashing through my mind. I had read enough of Sweety’s
pieces to recognize her style anywhere–sharp, to the point, just like the article causing a
stir online. Plus, her subtle way of having my back and the blatant loathing for Moore that
bled through her words left no doubt in my mind. She was the only one who could’ve
penned something like this.
Even with Sweety as my prime suspect, I kept it to myself and faced Idris, asking, “What’s
your plan?”
I was not born yesterday. He was not rushing to comfort a wounded Moore; instead, he
was here, grilling me, clearly aiming to pinpoint the author and quell the online frenzy,
Idris seemed to pick up on my cool tone, his expression softening a touch, but his eyes still
held that calm, soothing quality as he said, “Moore’s due in a few months. After the baby’s
born, she’ll face whatever consequences are coming. I’ll see to that.”
He did not spell out what he expected from me, just laid out his game plan for Moore. I did
not buy that he would actually come down hard on her, but I got the hint loud and clear.
He was telling me to steer clear of trouble, especially with Moore expecting
If he thought I was upset, well, I had been numb to that a long time ago, I met his gaze,
my voice steady, “Idris, who you choose to shield is your call. What I or anyone else in my
circle decides to do is our choice. You’ve got your ways to protect her, but you don’t get to
tell me what to do.”
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