I put on the dress. Zara said, “You look
amazing!”
At the party, I saw Lance.
He was a genius.
Lance saw me. “Willow?”
“Hi!”
“You’ve changed.”
“So have you!”
“Lance!” A beautiful woman walked up.
She said, “You’re meeting new girls!”
Lance laughed. “She’s a friend!”
The woman held out her hand.
“I’m Quinn.”
“Gross! Lance is here!”
“Lance doesn’t care.”
Lance said, “Mr. Lee can have her.”
So Quinn was working for both of them.
Mr. Lee saw me. “Was she with you?”
I stepped away.
The party started. My dad wasn’t here.
Mr. Lee walked over. “Can I buy you a drink?”
I wanted to refuse.
“I don’t drink.”
“Can I…?”
I stood up.
Quinn stopped me. “Mr. Lee is a rich man!”
She was trying to hook me up.
“Good luck with that.”
Mr. Lee wouldn’t let me go.
Lance walked over.
“Mr. Lee! She’s my friend. I apologize for
her.”
Then he whispered to Mr. Lee.
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Lance pulled me aside.
“I’m sorry about that. Mr. Lee is an investor.
We need to be nice to him.”
He gave me a drink.
I took a sip.
Then he called Quinn. “Keep Willow
company.”
Quinn didn’t want to.
I felt dizzy. I got up.
A waiter bumped into me, spilling wine all
over me.
“Quinn, get her a towel!”
The cold air woke me up.
Something was wrong!
I looked around. The waiter wouldn’t run into
- me.
Quinn was watching me!
I was in danger!
“I left something.”
Quinn stopped me. “Where are you going?”
I felt lightheaded.
Lance gave me something!
Quinn laughed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I recognized her voice.
“How long has it been?”
It was Harper! She got plastic surgery!
“Harper, you’re breaking the law!”
“Jace runs this city!”
“What do you want?”
“Mr. Lee likes you.”
I tried to get up.
I shook my head and cried.
Dad ran over. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head,
“Willow baby, I’m not going anywhere!”
“Chairman!” The secretary was yelling.
“Our company stock is dropping!”
“What happened?”
“The media said you’re cheating!”
“Cheating?” Dad couldn’t believe it.
“I knew it! You left her here so you could
hook up with some skank!”
“Hey, there’s no skank. I was at the office!”
I saw it. It was a picture of me.
“What’s wrong?”
The headline was: “Married Man Affair!” It
showed my dad holding me.
We stared.
Dad said, “I saved you from Mr. Lee!”
“Find the tape!”
It was gone.
“Post a statement.”
“Okay.”
“Who’s doing this?”
I told them everything.
“That bastard!”
Mom looked at her phone. “Look!”
There was a new post.
“I know her. She’s a gold digger. She’s having
an affair.”
It was Harper.
She posted the photos.
was getting slammed
I was getting slammed.
People were saying, “What is the school teaching?”
The school got 300,000 comments. It was ruined. There was a poll: “Would you send
your kid to that school?”
The dean was running around.
The internet was uncontrollable.
Mom said, “Save her first!”
Dad said, “The statement is going too slow!”
“We got it!”
We waited.
But…
“Daughter? What daughter?”
“They’re making it up.”
“He already has a daughter. It’s gross.”
“She’s lying. No one is saying she’s his
daughter.”
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know!”
I said, “I have evidence!”
I called Mrs. Davis.
“Why would I help you?”
“Why would I help you?”
“Do you want $400,000?”
