Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved novel Chapter 83

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It didn’t matter that the evidence from back then was destroyed.

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It was an undeniable fact that Olivia stole “Chasing the Wind” through despicable means. People would automatically fill in the details of a previous similar incident.

Olivia was irrevocably disgraced.

How smug Olivia was back then, burying the truth under her family’s protection, but the backlash came back twice as hard today.

Naomi stared in surprise at Olivia, who had lost all strength and resigned herself to being led away by the police.

‘She is ruthless to outsiders and even crueler to her own family, Naomi sighed.

Based on previous interactions, she had only roughly guessed that Natasha was not an amateur, but she never imagined her to have such an experience.

As a fellow dancer, she knew best the immense value of being recognized by Rhea at such a

young age.

“What a pity, Naomi thought as she watched Olivia walk away. ‘Justice will prevail, and Olivia finally got what she deserved.’

Aside from Olivia herself, the Clark family, who had been beaming with pride before the show, were the ones most unable to accept this outcome.

They had just managed to salvage a shred of dignity and reverse the Clark family’s plummeting reputation, thanks to Olivia’s brilliant performance, only to have someone shatter their relief within seconds, revealing it was all a lie.

Back when Olivia stole Natasha’s choreography, they didn’t think it was a big deal.

Anyway, they were all family, and Natasha wouldn’t be dancing anymore…

But now that the one whose work got plagiarized turned out to be Rhea’s niece, they couldn’t confidently defend Olivia anymore. They even felt like they had been labeled as thieves themselves.

Lucas released Olivia’s hand after Rhea finished recounting the past.

The deeper they dug, the more horrifying the buried truths became.

He even felt ridiculous standing on stage next to Olivia at this very moment.

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Tonight’s performance was splendid, and the gossip was even more entertaining.

The audience reluctantly dispersed, but of course, they all unanimously followed the police. officers, ready to watch Olivia get into the police car, determined to witness the drama until the very last second.

A large crowd streamed toward the open–air parking lot in front of the theater.

While the audience remained well–behaved and orderly, the reporters had far fewer

reservations.

Like bees swarming around nectar, they clustered closely around the police and Olivia, their microphones practically shoved into her face.

“Miss Sutton, aside from Chasing the Wind and the dance from that interview, what other works have you plagiarized?”

“Miss Sutton, did you also cause Natasha’s car accident that year?”

“Miss Sutton, what are your thoughts on being adopted by the Clark family, only to turn around and scheme against their biological daughter?”

“Miss Sutton, Sophia has stated that all international dance troupes she knows will never employ you again. Will you be leaving the dance world?”

Meanwhile, the Clark family and Lucas also found no peace.

They were practically trapped by the reporters, unable to move an inch.

“Mr. Wright, after the plagiarism and conspiracy to murder scandals, will your engagement with Olivia continue?”

‘Mr. Wright, it’s rumored that you didn’t choose your childhood sweetheart, Natasha, but instead fell in love with her sister. Do you regret it now?”

‘Mr. Clark, Mrs. Clark, what were you thinking when you helped your adoptive daughter usurp your biological daughter’s work?”

“Are you two aware of Olivia’s conspiracy to murder? Did the Clark family provide her with

assistance?”

Countless voices swarmed them, making them feel as if they were drowning in these

accusations.

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Olivia bowed her head, lips pressed tightly, and said nothing.

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

The anger of being played faded, leaving only endless panic in her heart.

‘It’s over,‘ she thought to herself. ‘Everything is over. The persona I painstakingly built, the stage I longed for, and perhaps even the family affection and fiancé I struggled for years to snatch…

Compared to tonight, the damage to her reputation from the birthday party was merely an appetizer prepared for her.

In the crowded mass, someone pushed forward.

Olivia was knocked down and landed face–first in a humiliating tumble.

Countless camera flashes lit up, eagerly capturing the image of the once high–flying dance prodigy falling into the mud.

Sounds and figures swirled into scattered points, buzzing in her mind. She longed to faint but remained acutely aware.

As she lifted her head from the ground, she caught a glimpse of the black car parked not far away through the gaps in the crowd.

The rear window was halfway down, and the warm yellow glow of the streetlamp, refracted, cast shifting light and shadow on the face within.

Olivia watched her turn her head, smile radiantly, and then mouth a phrase to her. “You lost.”

It was the declaration she had flaunted countless times before Natasha.

Natasha was returning it to her, one piece at a time.

“No!” A shrill scream, born from the depths of her hatred, reverberated through the entire parking lot.

The aggressive, pressing reporters all froze in their tracks, startled.

They couldn’t help but think, ‘Oh no. I hope we haven’t driven her insane.

While the others hesitated, Michelle, her leg still swathed in bandages, moved with unnatural speed, snapping photos with a relentless click–click–click.

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From her angle, in addition to Natasha sitting nearby, she also saw Alexei further inside.

Through the partially lowered car window, in the interplay of light and shadow, both profiles revealed only exquisite jawlines, one soft, the other sharp.

Suddenly, they seemed to notice her gaze and simultaneously turned their heads to look at

her.

Michelle saw stunning looks, one after another.

Michelle’s heart pounded from being watched, and she quickly snapped a photo.

The lighting, the streetlights, the ambiance… It’s simply perfect, Michelle thought. ‘It’s just…

She hesitantly glanced at Olivia, who was still lying on the ground, her face streaked with tears and snot.

The “innocent” dancer sprawled in a torn costume, her tears as fake as her fragility, while the real predators sat in the backseat, their silk gloves hiding a grip on the strings of fate.

Although it was inappropriate, Michelle felt this scene was like a murderer returning to the murder scene to inspect the outcome.

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