Chapter 137

Tiffany Quinn's name exploded across the trending list.

[What the—this plot twist came out of nowhere! Tiffany just hit rock bottom.]

[She played the mistress and then pinned the blame? Disgusting.]

[Lucy White’s acting is next-level. I rewatched that audition clip three times!]

[Tiffany Quinn, get out of the entertainment industry!]

Public opinion flipped overnight. Tiffany was swiftly blacklisted by her agency and fled the capital before dawn.

Meanwhile, Lucy’s acting skills became the talk of the town, her xianxia drama audition clip spreading like wildfire.

Director Jude Miller couldn’t stop grinning—this free publicity was a goldmine.

But soon, the conversation took another sharp turn.

[What was Hugo Shaw thinking? He had a perfect wife at home!]

[Penelope Shaw is leagues above those mistresses.]

[Confirmed: the man’s trash.]

Hugo’s expression darkened as he scrolled through the comments.

"The Parker family’s spinning the narrative," he muttered coldly before instructing his assistant, "Terminate all sponsorship contracts."

That afternoon, a bombshell headline dropped:

#Penelope Shaw Caught Cheating During Marriage#

The internet erupted.

[What kind of soap opera is this?!]

[So Hugo’s ‘sponsorships’ were just leverage for divorce?]

[Rich people drama is wild…]

Penelope quickly posted a tearful video response: "Hugo’s slandering me!"

Hugo retaliated by releasing the sponsorship contracts—clearly stating no physical intimacy permitted.

"I just wanted a divorce," he wrote on his social media.

At the Parker estate, Penelope shredded the divorce papers with a shriek.

"Divorce? In your dreams!" she screamed. "You’re stuck with me for life!"

Hugo trembled with rage. "You’ll regret this."

Hanging up, he immediately called Lucy.

"Master Lucy, I need your help."

Over dinner, Lucy set down her chopsticks. "Go on."

After hearing him out, she nodded thoughtfully. "Send me the surveillance files."

Ten minutes later, she pinpointed the key detail.

"Come get a talisman," she texted a location. "Have your people carry it at all times."

Hugo’s eyes lit up. "On my way."

Meanwhile, Penelope sped toward a secluded villa—unaware that this time, her true colors would be exposed.