Did he really not care about Maeve's reputation at all?
Isla stood off to the side, making sarcastic remarks.
"Anya, is this pathetic mess you're in the grand gift you promised me?"
"You said Andres White was going to marry you. What a joke."
"Sure, they issued a statement, but it wasn't an engagement announcement. It was a termination notice."
"With that out there, you won't even have the right to step foot into Orca Group after you graduate."
Ever since their mother-daughter relationship had hit a freezing point, Isla took immense pleasure in watching Anya get slapped in the face by reality.
Anya shot her mother a vicious glare for kicking her while she was down.
She never thought Andres would be this unyielding.
The online posts targeting him had blown up to this magnitude, yet he didn't even bother to give a single response.
It was already eight forty-five.
Her fans were practically blowing up her comment section, urging her to release the video.
Watching the comments skyrocket and her follower count surge, Anya hardened her heart.
Ignoring whatever terrifying consequences offending Andres might bring, she hit send on the prepped video.
She had watched that minute-long clip over a dozen times. It was pure footage of Maeve brutalizing a classmate.
The sound of Maeve's hand connecting with Leah's face echoed sharply.
Once public, it would undoubtedly be classified as a malicious assault.
When she saved it to her phone, Anya had thoughtfully named the file: Destroy Maeve.
As for whether the video would humiliate Leah, Anya couldn't care less.
In her mind, friends existed to be sold out and stabbed in the back when it mattered most.
The minute-long video uploaded quickly.
The eager netizens couldn't wait to click play.

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