"That bitch!!"
Unable to deal with Eva Nightingale, Violet Hargrove was practically losing her mind, cursing at the spot: "Only knows how to seduce men, that whore."
"Mrs. Nightingale, she's the President's woman, do you really think it's fitting to curse her like that?" The reporters, unimpressed, pointed their cameras at Violet Hargrove. "Last time, you seduced those high-society husbands, and the hotel records were exposed; there were at least ten people, right?"
"If we're really being honest, who's the real whore here?!"
"Exactly, tsk tsk, it's true that troublemakers just love causing problems..."
"Who are you calling names!" Violet Hargrove instantly started arguing with the reporters, "I paid you so much money to capture Eva Nightingale's scandal... not for you to dig into my business—"
In a fit of rage, she let it slip, causing everyone present to look at her in surprise.
"Spending money to smear Eva Nightingale, that's shameless!"
"Exactly, such garbage..."
