After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 464 "I... I don't know. My agent did all these things behind my back." Annie subconsciously retorted, trying to shed responsibility.

But Sylvia sneered, "Would your agent do something like that without your authorization? Does she have so much money to squander?" Annie refused to admit it, "Mrs. Maskelyne, don't talk nonsense. My agent did this behind my back. If you don't believe me, ask her!" The agent was dragged in front of Annie. She was a woman in her thirties.

She had only been Annie's agent for a short time and helped Annie get the female lead in ‘Angel and Demon on Earth’.

When Gianna was kicked out of the cast, Annie was the one who got the role.

She had been smug about this.

She trusted her agent very much, and the two were in a good relationship.

The agent never expected that Annie would let her be a scapegoat at this juncture.

She looked at Annie incredulously. Her long eyelashes lowered, a warning look flitting across her eyes.

The agent was scared. She gritted her teeth, "It's all my fault, Mrs. Maskelyne, Miss Maskelyne, I'm sorry. I'm willing to take responsibility.” She and Annie had done a lot of dirty things together, and she knew deep down that if she didn't cover for Annie this time, Annie would expose them and she would be banned from the industry.

Hearing the agent's words, Annie subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

She reproached the agent, "How can you do this? How can you hurt Miss Maskelyne behind my back? You're ruining my reputation in this industry.” The agent could only suppress her anger. Her heart was filled with hatred, but she couldn't show it, "I lost my mind back then.

Please forgive me." Sylvia looked down at the two women putting on a show and sneered silently. Did these two fools really think she was easy to fool? But she wouldn't nail their lie since the agent wanted to cover for Annie.

After all, on the transfer records was the account of the agent.

"We are all adults. We have to take responsibility for what we have done," Sylvia said lightly, "I'm not going to make it difficult for you. Just log onto Twitter, tweet this transfer record, and then apologize publicly." The agent's face went white and she couldn't help but stare in shock, her body swaying, "What did you say?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, "You let paid posters slander Poppy on Twitter, didn't you? | don't think making an apology in front of us is enough. You should also make an apology on Twitter to show your sincerity." Hearing Sylvia's words, the onlookers could not help but look towards her.

The banquet light spilled down. The young woman bathed in a golden light. A pair of almond eyes on her delicate face were glittering, beautiful and breathtaking.

She just stood there, without any extra movements, but a powerful aura exuded from her.

With trembling hands, the agent began editing the tweet.

When she finished posting, her legs went limp and she collapsed on the floor.

She had been over.

Her tweet caused an immediate uproar.

The dirt on Poppy was fake. Annie's agent were paying posters to let them slander Poppy.

Not only that, the news of Hope being taken away by the police was also on Twitter.

After all, there were many media reporters present, and they immediately taped the incident about Hope and tweeted it.

It turned out that it was Hope who traded sex with the judges, and the photos were Hope's, and it was Hope who got someone to photo-shop the photos and replace her face with Poppy's.

The comments on Twitter were flooding like crazy.

Hope's reputation was totally destroyed. The she played a role in before immediately replaced her. Also, the variety show she joined in issued a statement that all her scenes would be cut off.

"All of them are nasty.” On the way back, Sylvia lifted the corners of her lips slightly.

"Sylvia, how did you find out it's Hope framing me? How did that ring end up in her pocket?" Poppy had a curious look on her face.

She really couldn't figure out what was going on.

Sylvia handed the phone in her hand to Poppy, "Just look at it." Poppy looked down and picked up her phone and saw a video of her at the bathroom sink, washing her hands with Annie.

Annie went straight into the cubicle and she left the bathroom.

Just as she left, the assistant director went in, stole the ring out, and caught up with her at a fast pace.

Then he tucked the ring inside her purse.

And she didn't notice anything weird at the time.

Then the clip showed that Eden dropped the ring into Hope's pocket while he was talking to Hope.

Poppy looked at the scene in shock! "Eden..." "He has such great dance moves. When he was on a variety show some time ago, he practiced dancing for a while, so he was extremely agile. Without Hope's knowing, he put the ring in Hope's pocket." "So that's it." Poppy didn't expect Eden to do such a risky thing for her.

Her heart was pounding and she couldn't help but blush and send a Facebook message to Eden.

[Thank you.] She didn't expect to receive a reply right away. [You're welcome.] Poppy thought about it and texted back, [I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow. How about eating barbecue together?] Eden blushed. [Sounds great!] Inside the prison.

Aman in a police uniform walked up to a cell, unlocked the door, stepped inside and looked at the woman huddled in the corner.

The woman did not look as spirited as before, her face a little dirty and her clothes rumpled.

"Miss Barnes." Hearing the voice, Hope jerked her head up and looked eagerly at the man, "Did Mr. Wilson send you to save me?" The man said expressionlessly, "Mr. Wilson said he couldn't help you out since you made it too big. Wish you good luck." "Clark is too much. I help him win those bigwigs’ favor, and now he wants to give me up after using me?" Hope growled in shock, her tone full of desperation, "What can | do to make him save me?" "Miss Barnes, it's possible to get you out, if you do as | tell you." The man finished, bent to Hope's ear and whispered a few words.

Hope blanched, "No ... Don't." "The opportunity is presented to you. If you don't want it yourself, don't blame Mr. Wilson for not caring about you." The man's face went cold and he looked at Hope with an icy gaze as if he was looking at a dead man.

Trepidation emerged on Hope's eyes, "Okay, I'll do as you say." A sneer spread across the corners of the man's lips and he turned to go out, "Wait for the news."