Chapter 112
The next day, a headline exploded across all major news outlets: ‘Principal Dancer Candice’s Career in Jeopardy.’ The link led to a new video from Candice herself.
In the video, her face was pale, and though she smiled, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears. She looked strong yet fragile, a combination designed to evoke maximum sympathy.
“To all my wonderful fans,” she began, “I’m so sorry. I sprained my ankle a few days ago, and it’s still very swollen. This means I won’t be able to participate in the competition next week. I’m so sorry to disappoint you all p>
“I promise to dance for you again as soon as I’ve healed. Thank you for all your concern and support p>
Her few words perfectly conveyed a sense of helpless bravery. Her fans were heartbroken and flooded the comments asking what had happened. It didn’t take long for Rebekah’s name to come up.
‘It was Candice’s shameless sister. She got injured in prison and now she can’t stand to see her sister succeed, so she hurt our Candy p>
‘I feel so bad for Candy. How did she end up with a sister like that p>
‘I heard that Rebekah was also a hit-and-run driver but only got three months because she’s married into the Forrester family. She’s living the high life p>
‘See? The rich and powerful get away with everything. They can kill someone and only spend a few days in jail. Why didn’t the other inmates just kill her p>
Candice scrolled through the comments, a scornful smile on her face. A few minutes later, she posted an update.
**Candice:** Everyone, please don’t jump to conclusions. My sister was framed.
Within seconds, the post had thousands of shares and
comments. The internet rallied
around the principal dancer whonet
even after being injured by her evi sister, was still defending her. The ontine firestorm against Rebekah doubled in intensity.
It wasn’t until she received a call from an unknown number and was met with a shrill voice screaming at her to die that Rebekah realized she had been doxxed. She immediately removed her SIM card.
When Benjamin found her, his face a thundercloud, she was in her bedroom, sketching designs. Basi was still settling in abroad, but they had arranged for her to send him her work for feedback whenever he had time.
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Seeing her so calm and detached, Benjamin’s anger boiled over. He strode over and kicked her easel, sending the drawing she had spent all morning on to the floor, ruined.
Rebekah’s expression instantly turned to ice. “Do you have any idea what a mess you’ve made? And you’re just sitting here drawing? Rebekah, you have no conscience p>
She had no idea what he was so furious about. She just glared at him. “Get out p>
“This is my house. Why should I get out p>
“Because your grandfather begged me to stay here,” she replied, her voice quiet but carrying enough weight to shut him up.
Benjamin was speechless, clenching his jaw as he glared at her, his handsome face momentarily twisted with rage. When had Rebekah become so sharp- tongued?
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” he finally snarled. “You’re trying to use this media frenzy to tie yourself even more tightly to the Forrester name. But your cheap tricks are going to tarnish the company’s reputation. Do you even realize that?” Content befongs to
Now Rebekah understood. The wave of negative press about her was affecting
the Forrester Group.