Crystal had a smug grin on her face as she hugged Benson, seemingly satisfied with her plans. The lower half of the screen had mostly been censored, but their trembling voices made it obvious what they were doing.
“Is it true that Yvonne was the one who rescued us back then? She looks as cowardly as a chicken!”
“Of course, it’s true! I was actually conscious when she came to rescue us, but I pretended to be unconscious and let her carry me outside before knocking her out with a rock. You should’ve seen the look on her face when she came to and realized I took all the credit!” Crystal’s eyes glazed over as she let out a moan.
She then cocked her head back and burst out laughing as she continued, “Benjamin is being so nice to me because he thought I saved his life! Isn’t he the stupidest person ever?”
“Yeah, he’s really dumb and naïve.”
With their bodies fully censored, the two of them rolled onto the floor while Crystal giggled coquettishly. “Do you know what I like most about you, Benson? I like how much of a bad boy you are! You’re so good at being bad! Hahahaha!”
“What about Lyle?”
“Aww, are you jealous? He’s just a tool I’m using to defeat Yvonne! You can think of him as a trophy of sorts.”
Crystal’s coquettish voice, slutty expression, and nasty words formed a huge contrast with her usual gentle and meek appearance. She looked like a completely different person, and everyone was so shocked by what they saw that they forgot about the wedding.
“Turn it off, Crystal!” Yvette shouted from the crowd.
“R-Right! Turn it off! Turn it off now!” Having been snapped out of her daze, Crystal began looking for the remote in a state of panic.
“Where’s the assistant? Hurry up and cut the power! What the hell am I even paying you guys for?” Natalie ran toward the corner of the stage and hammered on the power button, but it did nothing to stop the video on the screen.
“So… I’m a trophy, a tool, and an idiot wrapped around your finger, huh?” Lyle was mumbling to himself, but everyone heard him as he was standing in front of the microphone.
“No, Lyle! This isn’t real! Someone must be trying to set me up!” Crystal was freaking out at that point. She lifted the hem of her wedding gown and began running toward the DJ, only to have someone from the crowd stumble and knock the flower stand over, hitting her hard with it.
Despite it being made of plastic, the stand was very heavy and had Crystal pinned helplessly on the floor. “Help me, Lyle!” she screamed with her arm outstretched and her face all pale.
However, Lyle simply stood rooted to the spot as he stared coldly at everything that was happening before him.
Benson was the one who had knocked the flower stand over, and Benjamin had the look of a raging beast on his face as he stood in the center of the crowd. He looked so terrifying that the people around him quickly dispersed in all directions for fear of being caught in his wrath.
The journalists, on the other hand, were having a field day snapping away in a corner. They even made sure to turn off the camera flashes so no one would notice them.
The journalists were planning on getting some gossip material and then spicing it up by twisting the facts, but they had received a huge treat instead.
“You’re still pregnant, you horny little sl*t. I don’t think it’s a good idea to move around so much.”
“It’s fine, I wasn’t planning on keeping the baby anyway! I wouldn’t even have gotten pregnant if Lyle had remembered to use a condom! Given how stupid he is, I bet his child would turn out just as dumb! Wouldn’t want a child like him, would I?”
“Get an abortion, then. I’ll go with you. We can make a baby of our own once we’ve achieved our goals.”
“Nah, it’d be a huge waste to abort the baby. Given the damage Monica has done to Yvonne, all I need to do is make it look like she caused my miscarriage. That ought to ruin her reputation in Avenport completely! Even with Christopher’s protection, she’ll still be forced to hide at home every day! I’m going to destroy her career and her life so she can spend the rest of it in regret! This is payback for her calling my paintings ugly in the past!”
“Oh, my… Aren’t you a cruel one? As if stealing her painting and claiming it as your own wasn’t bad enough, you’re going to ruin her life forever too?”
“Hehe… I don’t recall you hesitating when you put my name on the painting! We’re a match made in heaven!”
