“What karma?
I’m afraid I’ll die of rage over these comments dragging your name through the mud before that day ever comes!
There are even some of your classmates here, saying you only got your design firm internship by seducing a professor.
They also claim you throw yourself at any handsome guy you see, but treat regular students like you’re some high-and-mighty princess, when really you’re no different from a common whore.
For fuck’s sake!” Kitty was so furious she wanted to smash her phone.
“No, this won’t do.
I have to call my brother and get him to delete all these false comments!”
“Kitty, don’t.” Phoebe Faulkner reached out and hugged Kitty.
“The people who believe in me will always believe me.
And for those who don’t, why should I care what they say?
We can delete the comments, but Howard Lynch can just hire more paid posters to keep slandering me and ruining my reputation.
An online flame war is nothing.
I refuse to believe the Lynch Family can control everything in Norport!”
“Phoebe, what are you planning to do?”
Phoebe Faulkner let go of Kitty, her gaze firm as she said, “Find evidence.”
“Evidence?”
“Yes, evidence.” Phoebe Faulkner looked at Kitty and said, “Howard Lynch went behind my back and had an affair with Dawn O’Connell, and she got pregnant.
It was Dawn O’Connell who framed me in that cafe.
I refuse to believe they could do all that, and I can’t find any evidence.”
“Where are we going to find evidence?” Kitty asked again.
“The cafe and the hospital.”
“Okay, I’ll go with you!”
The two of them talked as they quickly changed their clothes and went downstairs.
Just as they reached the front door, they ran into that cool-looking bodyguard who worked for Jace Lennox.
“Miss Faulkner, this is your phone and the ointment you left at the boss’s place.” Finn Vaughn handed the phone and ointment to Phoebe Faulkner.
“The boss instructed you to apply this once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night.”
Phoebe Faulkner, “…”
“Phoebe, he is…” Kitty asked, sizing up Finn Vaughn.
Phoebe Faulkner leaned in and whispered in Kitty’s ear, “He’s the bodyguard of the man who bought me.”
The moment Kitty heard that, she went on high alert.
“Hey, listen here.
Our Phoebe paid your boss back every single cent he asked for, so don’t come bothering her again for no reason.”
Finn Vaughn glanced at Kitty, who stood with her chin held high in her sunglasses.
He put on his own sunglasses, turned, and walked out.
“Hey, Phoebe, what was that supposed to mean?”
Seeing a mere bodyguard act so cocky, Kitty moved forward to stop him.
Phoebe Faulkner saw what she was doing and pulled her back, saying with a laugh, “Kitty, forget it.
He was probably just trying to see who was cooler.”
Kitty, “…”
After Finn Vaughn left, he took out his phone and called his boss.
“Boss, I’ve delivered the phone and ointment to Miss Faulkner.”
“Did she say anything?”
Finn Vaughn thought for a moment before answering honestly, “Miss Faulkner said…
I’m your bodyguard.”
CLICK!
The line went dead.
Finn Vaughn, “…”
Finn Vaughn’s arrival was just a brief interlude, and Phoebe Faulkner quickly put it out of her mind.
She and Kitty left the Faulkner villa and headed for The Blue Note Cafe, where she had met Dawn O’Connell the day before.
However, when they arrived, they found the cafe’s doors shut tight.
There wasn’t a soul in sight, much less any chance of finding a witness or asking the staff about security footage.