A Matter of Wife and Love
Chapter 251

"I've recorded the whole thing; it's more integrated than Miss Clayton's. It even includes our discussion about life and death. So if you don't mind, Miss Clayton, I'll show it to everyone now." Calmly, Amelie fished out her phone and started scrolling.

Meanwhile, Elyse looked at Amelie like she was looking at a ghost, fixing her gaze on Amelie's collar.

Did she really fix a camera on her collar that day? When did she do it? Was it after she entered her car?

She tried hard to recollect the moment and was certain she didn't see any cameras. However, when she saw how composed Amelie was looking, she became absolutely terrified, and suddenly, she was certain Amelie had indeed fixed a camera on her collar.

She captured the whole thing? Even our discussion about life and death? What discussion about life and death?!

The next second, a memory hit her. Amelie had asked why I wanted to kill her. What was my answer? What was it?

Elyse wracked her brain but couldn't replace any denial. Yes. She didn't refute it, which also meant it was a silent admission!

If that video gets out, everyone will know that I intended to kill Amelie! I'll be done for!

As though something triggered her nerve, Elyse pounced on Amelie to seize the phone. However, the latter was agile as she slithered her arm through Elyse and raised the phone above her head. "What are you doing, Miss Clayton?" Amelie asked plainly as she fiddled with the phone hanging above her head carelessly.

However, Elyse merely continued to shake Amelie's arm violently, hoping the phone would eventually slip. Yet, it stuck to Amelie's fingers like a magnet. How exasperating!

"Relax, Miss Clayton. I will release the complete clip since you're so eager to watch it." Amelie deliberately twisted Elyse's intention and walked toward the studio.

She's going to play the video on the big screen?!

"Don't!" Elyse stopped Amelie at all costs, scared sh*tless.

Of course, Amelie was well-trained in combat, so she could subdue Elyse with just one hand while using the other to connect her phone to the big screen.

Now, all she had to do was press the play button, and the truth would be revealed to the public.

This might just be the studio, and there weren't many people, but word of mouth from these people alone was enough to send Elyse to her impending doom.

At that, Elyse sneakily turned her live stream off and half-kneeled at Amelie, begging, "I'm sorry, Amelie, please give me another chance!"

"What wrong have you done?" Amelie asked with feigned bewilderment while pulling her up, stopping Elyse from kneeling.

"Let's not argue among ourselves anymore and let the video tell the truth," Amelie grumbled impatiently, then pressed on her phone.

"It's me! I lied!" Elyse squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to tell the truth. She couldn't care about anything else at this point. "I threatened you with your daughter. It was wrong of me."

It was then that Amelie withdrew her finger and gazed at Elyse with an ambiguous smile.

Meanwhile, the skelf was flabbergasted, for she began realizing she had been siding with the wrong person the whole time. She had been supporting a goody two shoes?!

The director, on the other hand, kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. Thank goodness I hadn't been too rude, or I'd have offended a big shot.

"See, it isn't so hard to tell the truth, is it?" Amelie patted Elyse's head like she was patting a dog. "A woman becomes more assertive when she becomes a mother. I'm sorry for attacking you out of haste when you threatened my daughter."

"No, no. It was my fault. I shouldn't have..." Elyse lifted her head in pain. As infuriated as she was, she dared not reveal a sliver of it.

Thank goodness I turned the live stream off in advance, or things will become troublesome if the fans see this.

As defeated as Elyse felt, she was also jubilant, for as long as her fans were willing to support her, she would still be able to replace other jobs even if she lost her chance with 'Show Your Love' after the humiliating

event.

At that, she sneakily glared daggers at Amelie, only to replace the latter waving her phone at her.

The screen was directed at her, and she found herself in it.

Amelie is... She's live-streaming?! She live-streamed my confession?!

One hundred million people saw her confession... One hundred million people witnessed her misdeed...

Elyse's head buzzed and spun as though someone had given it a violent wham, and she dropped to the ground with a thump.

Meanwhile, Amelie turned her live stream off, then helped Elyse up and even thoughtfully patted the dust off her before whispering in her ear, "This is called beating someone at their own game. You taught me this, so you can't blame me for it."

While Elyse had been rendered stumped, Amelie continued to fix the former's skirt and straps thoughtfully like they were best friends.

Others, on the other hand, said nothing but only watched the scene with stupefaction.

It wasn't finally after she was done fixing Elyse's outfit that Amelie took a step back and waved her phone while speaking at a volume only the two could hear before turning around. "One more thing. I hadn't recorded any video at all."

So I've been hoodwinked? By Dillon?!

"Miss Foxy." The director hurriedly approached Amelie seeing that she wanted to leave. "I'm really sorry for just now. I hope you can forgive us and stay in the show."

Though her ultimate purpose was to screw with Elyse, she had also willingly joined the show, so she naturally couldn't back out halfway. At that, she nodded. "I'll get myself ready in the green room." The director thanked the heavens after hearing her words, while the skelf stood behind the director with an ashen face and drooped arms.

She hadn't only sided with the wrong person but even humiliated herself by speaking rudely, and she couldn't be any more regretful of her actions when everyone was commenting on her behavior. Elyse, who came running, huffing and puffing as a fire burned ablaze beneath her eyes.

She was trembling. Her lips, cheeks, lashes, and even eyeballs were trembling.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" she growled as tears dripped down her face one after another. "Why do you have to destroy me when I have nothing against you?!"

Amelie was washing her hands when she saw Elyse coming in. Even so, she never even batted an eyelid toward the latter as she smirked derisively while gently shaking her hand to remove the excess water before slowly drying them with a towel. "What do you mean by 'I want to destroy you'? Would I do anything to you if you hadn't wanted to destroy me?"

She was honestly baffled by Elyse's mindset. It was the young woman who persistently wanted to kill her, yet Elyse now turned around and asked her why she wanted to destroy her?! What am I supposed to do, then? Sit and do nothing while you kill me?

Elyse couldn't stop her body from shaking no matter how, and her fists were clenched tightly on her sides as her face twisted disproportionately.

After Amelie dried her hands, she approached Elyse with a nonchalant gaze.

It was a very plain gaze, but Elyse still reflexively shuddered, and her anger instantly diminished a large fold.

She had genuinely grown traumatized by Amelie's schemes.

"I'm going to ask you one last time. Why do you want me dead?" Amelie questioned.

Why?

Amelie's words were like a curse, causing Elyse's body to tremble and spasm. Her clenched fists suddenly became lifeless, and she couldn't ball them up again.

"I might not have a video recording of that day, but I do have an audio recording of your implied admission to killing me on the racetrack. You'll only be dead for good if this recording gets to the media. By then, forget about 'Show Your Love'; no production would even want you even if you ask to join as an extra!" Amelie warned gravely and pulled her phone out to retrieve the recording of the incident.

Elyse's face blanched at once, and cold sweat dripped down her face like rain.