Chapter 10 Helena's Call

Lacey stopped in her tracks.

Sylvia noticed this, a glimmer of triumph in her eyes.

"Callan insists these things could damage the company's reputation. He specifically asked me to make sure you delete them!"

Lacey's heart sank at these words. She hadn't expected Callan to side with Sylvia like this. Her eyes was filled with disappointment.

With clenched fists, Lacey looked at Sylvia. "Why should I care about the company's reputation?"

She was planning to quit anyway. The image of Callan's company was no longer her concern.

"Won't you worry about upsetting Callan?" Sylvia arched an eyebrow, taunting Lacey with Callan's stance.

"Why should I be afraid?" Lacey remained cool and detached.

Taking a deep breath, she acknowledged her love for Callan, but refused to be foolish enough to let others walk over her.

Defiantly, she turned on her phone right in front of Sylvia and began uploading a pre-edited video online.

Upon witnessing this, Sylvia was thrown into a state of panic. She lunged towards Lacey, trying desperately to grab her phone.

The thought of these damning pieces of evidence being released was too much for her to bear. She was determined to stop Lacey at all costs.

However, Lacey was quick, decisively pressing the send button before Sylvia could reach her.

Sylvia's eyes grew wide with terror, a look of panic crossing her beautiful face.

When she came to her senses, she frantically searched through her handbag for her phone and hastily opened Twitter.

Her heart sank as she saw the video Lacey had posted. Clutching her phone, her face turned ashen.

She was done!

The video quickly stirred up an uproar online, flipping the public's perception in mere moments.

"So Sylvia lied! How shameless!"

"Sylvia's character is questionable. Can she continue being a celebrity after this?"

"The truth behind the video is shocking. But why did Sylvia target a stylist? Does anyone know the truth?"

"I can't stand seeing Sylvia on TV anymore!"

"That poor stylist was treated so unfairly."

As Sylvia read these comments, her anger boiled over. She glared at Lacey with murderous intent.

"Lacey! How could you be so selfish and inconsiderate of the company and Callan!" Sylvia scolded Lacey sharply, raising her hand to slap her.

But Lacey swiftly caught Sylvia's wrist, saying, "Your problems are not my concern!"

She pushed the irate Sylvia away and said coldly, "Take this as a lesson. It's better for you to stay away from me in the future."

Sylvia was seething, her eyes red with anger. She looked at Lacey venomously and hit a nerve. "No wonder things never worked out between you and Callan. He never loved you!"

Sylvia's words struck a chord.

Lacey felt a sharp twinge in her heart. Not wanting to deal with Sylvia any longer, she turned to leave, but Sylvia grabbed her arm.

"Just remember, Lacey. Callan loves me, not you. You're nothing to him!" Sylvia boasted with pride.

Lacey clenched her lips tightly, struggling to suppress the turmoil of emotions within her.

Seeing no reaction from Lacey, Sylvia spat out spitefully, "Callan said he doesn't need you. You're better off staying away and not bothering him."

Lacey forcefully shook her hand away, her gaze cold as she looked at Sylvia.

She wanted to argue back, but found herself at a loss for words.

Sylvia was right. Callan didn't love her and he didn't need her.

Staying here would only make her a laughingstock.

"Now leave us alone!" Observing Lacey's unease, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Just as Lacey was about to respond to Sylvia's demeaning words, her phone interrupted with a ring.

Helena Griffin's name flashed on the screen.

Helena, a former classmate of Lacey's from high school, was known for her wide network of connections. Lacey had once asked Helena for help.

This reminder made Lacey quickly answer the phone.

"Lacey, I've located the person you were looking for-Christopher."