Chapter 11

"Then, why didn't you paint it yourself?" the Herbert in the recording asked. Vivian voice sounded. "Ugh, Herbie, you know I don't know a thing about painting! I hired someone to copy the artwork for me. Thank god that bitch Stella painted it. How else could I have used her as a stepping stone?" Vivian's face turned deathly pale. She started shouting at the staff to take the audio recording down. However, this was a huge event. She had hyped it up herself and invited tons of media to witness her "moment of glory". The reporters, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed her in an instant. "No! It's not what it looks like! I'm being framed! That recording must be fake!" Vivian's face twisted in panic. "It's you, isn't it? Stella, it was you who did this!" She lunged at me with bloodshot eyes, trying to claw at me. "Say something! Stella, admit it! It was you!" I smiled calmly. "It was Herbert, your so-called fairytale love." Vivian snapped. Screaming in rage, she grabbed my neck. "You