A bodyguard reacted quickly and grabbed Evette's arm.

"What are you pretending for? The night when you had a threesome, he was one of three..." Nathalia said disdainfully.

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Threesome! The crowd grew excited again as they were reminded of the arousing incident. Most people had seen the video and remembered Evette's filthy, flirtatious look and her desperate moaning. It was a shame that no one could see the faces of the guys.

Now, finally, people knew that one of them was Ben!

Completely shocked and even horrified, Evette shook her head furiously, "Impossible! You are lying! I don't believe you. Ben Johnson, say something! Tell me it's not true!" Evette could only recall how wet and high she felt that night. She had no idea who the guys were.

With everyone watching and listening, reluctantly, Ben voiced himself, "Nathalia, please don't talk nonsense. It's not me. I didn't do it..." Though he tried to defend himself, he sounded guilty rather than convincing.

Nathalia took out another pile of photos and an MP5 player from the folder. She threw the photos to Evette and Ben and waved the MP5 in her hand as she replied with a smile, "Why don't you have a look yourself? The photos might help you remember if you've forgotten. Also, I have a clear video recording here. If you still want to deny it, I will upload it online, and the world can judge for you."

A couple of journalists reacted quickly and snatched a few photos from Ben. "Wow! Great shots!" They exclaimed.

The photos seemed to be screenshots from the video. The men's faces were clear, and one of them was Ben Johnson, looking high and even hysterical.

Very soon, the photos were passed around. "How is this allowed? My god."

"First he fucked the step-mother, then the younger daughter, and now he wants to marry the older one. What a scumbag!"

"He's something for sure. Played both mother and daughter. Ha. Well, Miss Nathalia Carter has taste and dignity."

"Exactly, she's not just any girl. Also, Ben Johnson is nobody compared to Spencer Davidson."

The crowd commented. Frank, Anne, and Evette had turned speechless, utterly defeated.

"My dear father, what made you want me to marry this asshole? What's your intention?" Nathalia sighed.

Frank's face said everything, anger, hatred, regret, madness, yet he was still aware that the crowd was watching him. He tried hard to collect himself and said bitterly, "I... I didn't know any of this. I have been fooled by this asshole. Someone call the police and arrest him. I'm sending him to jail. He will be prisoned for the rest of his life."

A security guard followed his instruction. Ben's face turned pale. "Mr. Carter, please listen to me. None of this is true..." he pleaded anxiously.

How have things gone so wrong? It was all going as planned, and all of a sudden, it's out of control. Every time, every time, when Nathalia Carter shows up, the plan is ruined and things go wrong. I always end up in a shit situation.

A journalist mocked, "If it wasn't true, it would be the biggest joke of the century. Fucking both the mother and daughter. What a lucky man you are! By the way, who is better in bed?"

Frank's face turned red, extremely embarrassed, and outraged. He felt as if someone had stripped him naked in public in the limelight. "Arrest him and take him to the police, right now!" he snapped.

Anne and Evette were still shivering from the shock. How did it happen? This is the end. We are finished dead.

Ben tried to struggle free from the bodyguard, looking desperate and pathetic, while begging, "No. Mr. Carter. Let me explain, please. Really, I have nothing to..."

"Shut him up!" Frank screamed. He had had more than enough.

Lights flashed from the cameras. Screams, shouts, sneers. It was a complete mess.

The only one that remained calm the whole time was Nathalia. She watched for a little while and turned around to leave.

This battle had come to an end for now. From now on, Anne Carter would be despised and disdained. She would never be welcomed back by the rich, respectable, and noble friends she desired.

Nathalia smiled as she thought, let's see how much you two love each other still. Everything she has taken from my mother will be returned. I'm going to take everything you've ever had, your fame, your fortune, your power, and you will know what it's like to have nothing.

Yes, she would see them fall from heaven to hell, from possessing everything to having nothing. And she would step on them, hard, when they fell.

Some journalists came running after Nathalia to ask questions.

"Miss Nathalia Carter, what a disaster to have such a family! I'm sorry for you, but how do you feel about the whole incident?"

Nathalia sighed and said, "Ridiculous, that's what it is. I hope this will close a chapter and they will give me a break from now on, instead of plotting all this nonsense and treat me like an idiot. It's tiring."

Spencer couldn't help gazing at the beautiful face on the screen. Though dressed in black, she was the brightest star in his eyes.

The group of handsome gentlemen was seated in the spacious office, watching the news. Everyone had their own thoughts.

Patrick asked half-jokingly, "Wow. This girl is getting better, isn't she? She's tough. Spencer, are you sure you can handle her? Is she really your type?" He had never met a girl so self-assured and strong-willed. She demanded respect naturally.

Still gazing at Nathalia on the screen, his heart beating fast, Spencer replied calmly and matter-of-factly, "She's great. She's the best." Though his tone was casual, one couldn't miss the adoration and sweetness in his words.

Steve glanced at Spencer and didn't say anything.

Patrick and James exchanged a look, and both shook their heads. "You know what, that girl must have put a spell on you. Everything about her is good for you. You've done so much for her, searching for all this info, but does she even appreciate it? Has she said thank you at all?"

A smile appeared on Spencer's face, "I'm more than happy to help her."

The guys were surprised to see Spencer smile. In the past days, Spencer had been wearing a worried frown, but now as soon as they mentioned Nathalia, he smiled. It was a smile of joy and contentment.

He is in love, for sure. They all shared the same thought.

James found it difficult to comprehend and had to ask the question, "Spencer, what is it about her? Don't you think she's aggressive, dominating, and calculating?" Girls are supposed to be cute and gentle, like a little pussy cat. He thought.