Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 147

Shattered Rose He Held On Tight

Chapter 147 Everything is Over

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Reporters swarmed Lydia and the police officers like bees around a flower, shoving their microphones as close as they could.

“Lydia, have you plagiarized any other works besides Chasing the Wind and that audition piece from years ago?”

“Lydia, were you also behind Ms. Claudia’s car accident?”

“Lydia, what do you think about the accusation that you were adopted by the Lancasters only to frame their real daughter?”

“Lydia, Florence has announced that every international dance troupe she knows will blacklist you. Are you planning to leave the dance world for good?”

On the other side, the Lancasters and Jasper couldn’t catch a break either.

They were completely surrounded.

“Mr. Fenton, after these scandals about plagiarism and attempted murder, will you still stay engaged to Lydia?”

“Mr. Fenton, people say you passed on your childhood friend, Ms. Claudia, and fell for her sister instead. Do you regret it now?”

“Mr. Lancaster, Mrs. Lancaster, what were you thinking when you helped your adopted daughter steal from your real daughter?”

“Mr. Lancaster, Mrs. Lancaster, did you know about Lydia hiring someone to stage the car accident? Did the Lancasters help her in any way?”

…

Countless questions and voices crashed over them, threatening to drown them.

Lydia kept her head down and her lips pressed tightly together, refusing to say a word.

The police only asked her to cooperate with the investigation and didn’t handcuff her, but she felt like she was already convicted.

As her anger at being set up faded, all she felt now was sheer terror.

It’s over.

Everything is over.

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Chapter 147 Everything is Over

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Her carefully constructed public persona, her lifelong dream of the stage, and even the family ties and fiancé she fought so hard to win

Compared to tonight, the scandal at her birthday party felt like nothing more than an appetizer.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd gave a shove.

Lydia lost her balance and fell hard, sprawled flat on the ground.

Flash after flash went off, desperate to capture the once–glorious dancer’s lowest moment.

The voices and faces around her blurred into little pinpricks of light. Lydia wanted to pass out, but she couldn’t. She was more awake than ever.

Lying on the ground, she glanced up and caught sight of a black car parked a short distance

away.

The back window was halfway down, and under the streetlamp, warm light spilled inside, casting half–shadows over the faces within.

She saw the woman inside turn her head and beam at her, silently mouthing the words:

“You lost.”

The same line Lydia had loved to flaunt was being thrown right back at her.

“Ah-”

A sharp, guttural scream of pure hatred echoed through the parking lot.

Even the relentless reporters stopped in shock.

That’s it. She’s finally lost her mind.

For a second, everyone hesitated. Meanwhile, Alice, her leg bandaged but moving swiftly, snapped photo after photo.

From where she stood, she could see Claudia in the car, and farther back, Sterling,

With the window down, the perfect jawlines of their faces–one graceful, one sharp–stood out in the shifting light.

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