Joanna's pupils contracted in shock. Her beautifully lined eyes widened, making them look watery and particularly vulnerable in her state of panic. The men in the live stream chat felt a pang of sympathy.
[That's what my future wife should look like. So pure. I've heard her sing and play the piano; she's so talented. Go, girl! I support you! Justice is on your side.]
[How could such an adorable girl do something so vile? Natalie must be framing our little angel.]
[Her piano playing is divine. The moment her fingers touch the keys, it's like you're transported. This girl is irreplaceable.]
[Such a beautiful girl is being bullied! What are those reporters doing? That other woman is clearly a black-hearted shrew.]
[Guys, you get it, right? This girl is exactly my type. But she's too talented and beautiful for me. I'm not worthy!]
Joanna glanced at the live stream on someone's phone. Seeing so many people cursing Natalie, she smirked. Natalie, the court of public opinion can be a terrifying thing. She had arranged everything before she arrived, but the reporters were Jerome's doing. She had just pulled a few strings to make things more dramatic.
Joanna lowered her gaze and whispered, "Natalie, why are you trying to frame me again? What did I ever do wrong? Why do you keep targeting me?"
"Waaaah..."



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