After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 335

All the relevant trending topics occupied the trending list.

The netizens scolded them without a stop.

Once Gianna logged onto her Twitter account, she saw her video taken when she walked toward Roland's room. At the door, she swiped the room card to enter.

“Damn it!" she shivered in anger, looking sullen.

Staring at the video for a long time, she found only her back and side face had been filmed.

However, anyone who knew her well could recognize her instantly. She realized that those netizens had never seen her personally.

The thought made her gaze fall on her assistant, who was sobbing on the floor.

"If you agree on a condition, I'll pay you 200,000 dollars. What do you say?"

Poppy curled up on the couch in her room while browsing Twitter. She was overjoyed after learning Gianna was in big trouble. Suddenly, she noticed another new trending topic.

Gianna posted on Twitter to invite all influential reporters to attend her press conference at the film and television base, where she would explain her affair with Roland.

Right after she posted it, all the netizens cursed her again.

Taking the chance, Roland also denied it by reposting her tweet. "Gianna and I are coworkers. The video clip was only a part of the whole surveillance record. It's fake. Please don't believe it."

"What's Gianna Krause going to do?" Poppy asked Sylvia curiously. "I guess she must have found a way to save her reputation,” Sylvia answered leisurely. "I need to go out for some fresh air.”

Then she left the room.

Poppy stared at her back in confusion. At least she didn't feel anything wrong in the room.

Sylvia walked to the staircase, where Vaild and Mark kept a slim girl in control while waiting for her.

Walking to the girl, Sylvia asked coldly, her voice making the girl obedient, "She often abuses you. Are you really willing to continue helping her?"

"But my mother... She's still in the hospital. I cannot lose my job.” The girl raised her head, her face appearing in Sylvia's sight.

It was Gianna's assistant.

Looking at Sylvia in fear, she asked, "You caught me. What do you want? I'm just her assistant... I know nothing."

She recognized the pretty woman in front of her was the one with Poppy in the elevator.

The woman was good-looking with an outstanding temperament, and the assistant knew she wasn't ordinary.

"What happened to your brow?"

Sylvia raised her chin, scanning her wounded face up and down. "TSK. TSK. You have a lovely face, but it's disfigured. What a ..."

While she spoke, she studied the assistant's expression.

As expected, she saw the girl's eyes redden and tears welling up in them.

"Also, the injuries on your body..." Sylvia was about to lift her sleeve, but the girl covered her arms tightly and denied it, "I'm not injured.” "Really?" Sylvia frowned. Vaild walked up to press the girl against the wall, keeping her in control.

Sylvia lifted her sleeves in silence.

Seeing the wounds on her arms, Sylvia was shocked.

She could hardly see an inch of the girl's normal skin. Her arms were full of bruises, wounds, and scars.

Some of them seemed to be caused a few days ago. Some looked fresh.

It was a frightening scene.

The girl paled instantly and dared not to look at Sylvia.

“You are still young, but you have to tolerate her daily abuse. Are you really willing to continue living this way?" Sylvia could tell the girl was afraid of Gianna when she met them in the elevator earlier. Much to her surprise, Gianna had abused her assistant.

“I... I couldn't do anything..." The girl burst into tears, venting all her grievances and pain. "My mom needs money to get medical treatments. I... I only have a high school diploma. I cannot find any good job at all... Whenever she beats me, she'll give me money afterward... I need money eagerly.”

She slid down against the wall gradually, collapsing on the ground. Staring at the girl, Sylvia pitied her.

Life was hard, and a tiny matter could make a grownup break down quickly.

Heaving a sigh, she pulled out a bank card. "If you can do as I tell you, I'll give you 500,000 dollars.”

"For real?" The girl yanked her head up, looking at Sylvia in disbelief. “I never lie," Sylvia answered expressionlessly.

"Sure. What can I do for you?" The girl gripped the bank card determinedly.

She had been fed up with such a difficult life and Gianna's moody status.

Eight o'clock that evening.

Gianna wore a white one-shoulder dress, revealing one of her fair shoulders. The hollow parts of her waist made her look slender. She also wore a pair of white high heels, looking sexual but not vulgar. She glanced at her assistant in disdain and requested, "Put on my dress that night."

Curling her lips, she added, "I wonder if you are a woman. How come you even don't have a dress?"

The assistant didn't utter a word. She lowered her head and put on the dress Gianna had worn in Roland's room that night.

All the reporters gathered in the hotel lobby on the first floor to attend Gianna's press conference.

All were waiting for her anxiously.

At five past eight, Gianna walked out of the elevator with her assistant. Seeing her, all the reporters rushed toward them.

Raising cameras and microphones, they asked, "Miss Krause, have you slept with Mr. Simon for real?"

"Are you his mistress?"

"Did you do it to become famous?"

"Miss Krause, shame on you!"

“You don't have any ethical rock bottom, do you?"

With her assistant's help and her bodyguards’ protection, Gianna walked onto the platform and sat down.

Then she said to the reporters, "Good evening, my friends from the media. I know you all are curious about my recent incident. Please calm down and look at the girl next to me."

Pointing at her assistant, she added, "Do you feel familiar?"

All the reporters looked at the assistant, who put on a dress.

"She looks familiar.”

“Didn't Miss Krause wear such a dress and go to Mr. Simon's room that night?"

"Exactly!"

Gianna beamed at them and continued calmly, "In fact, that night, my assistant went to send a playscript to Mr. Simon. Her back looks like mine, and we're almost the same height and similar body shapes, so the paparazzi mistook her for me and created such a rumor."

A reporter asked the assistant, "Miss, is Miss Krause telling the truth?" Gianna narrowed her eyes, glancing at her assistant in a warning. Gritting her teeth, the assistant looked at the reporter bravely.

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