Chapter 291
Chapter 291:
“He can’t leave,” Dominic gritted out through a forced smile for the cameras. “I own him p>
“Not anymore,” Skye said. “Check your accounts, Dominic. The check cleared an hour ago p>
She ended the dance with a shove, pushing him away. She stood poised, triumphant.
The room applauded, oblivious to the violence that had just occurred.
Dominic limped as he walked away, his face a mask of fury. He signaled his assistant frantically.
“Freeze the agency accounts,” he barked. “Now p>
But it was too late.
Across the room, Sebastian checked his phone. A notification flashed on the screen.
Transfer Complete. Penalty Paid in Full. Contract Terminated.
He looked up. He found Skye in the crowd. She nodded.
They left the ballroom separately and met back at the dormitory.
But the victory was short-lived.
Crystal was waiting in the common room. Whitney was with her, looking pale and sick, slumped on a sofa. A group of trainees had gathered around them.
Crystal held up a phone. On the screen was the photo from the roof—grainy, dark, but clearly showing Skye and Sebastian shaking hands.
“Look at this!” Crystal yelled as Skye entered. “She’s sleeping with him! That’s why Sebastian is getting special treatment! That’s why he defends her p>
The trainees murmured. The accusation was ugly.
“Skye is sleeping her way through the brothers,” Crystal spat. “First Dominic, now Sebastian. She’s disgusting p>
Sebastian stepped forward, his fists clenched. “Shut up, Crystal p>
“Defending your sugar mommy?” Crystal sneered. “Or are you just a gigolo p>
Skye didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She walked calmly to the large communal TV screen mounted on the wall.
“Let’s talk about morality,” Skye said, her voice cutting through the noise.
She pulled a small silver USB drive from her pocket. She walked to the media console beneath the TV and inserted it.
“What are you doing?” Crystal demanded, looking nervous.
𝖩o𝘪𝗇 𝗍𝘩𝘰𝘶sа𝗻ds 𝗈𝗳 𝗋ea𝖽e𝘳ѕ on 𝗯𝗲.𝖼𝗼m
“Showing the truth,” Skye said.
She picked up the remote and navigated to the file list. She pressed play on a video file.
It was security footage from the cafeteria, dated two days ago. It showed Crystal looking around nervously, then slipping a white powder into Whitney’s water bottle while Whitney was looking away.
The room went deathly silent.
Whitney gasped. She sat up, staring at the screen. “That… that was my bottle. I was sick all night after that p>
Crystal turned pale. “It’s fake! It’s a deepfake p>
Skye crossed her arms. “The timestamps match your hospital visit, Whitney. Crystal drugged you to take your spot in the solo lineup p>
Whitney stood up, her sickness forgotten in a rush of rage. She looked at Crystal, her “best friend p>
“You poisoned me?” Whitney whispered.
“I… I didn’t…” Crystal stammered, backing away.
Whitney lunged.
It took two male trainees to hold her back.
“You witch!” Whitney screamed. “I thought we were friends p>
The door to the dorms burst open. Manager Grace appeared, flanked by two security guards. Skye had ensured the file was forwarded to the management server the moment she plugged the drive in.