Chapter 8: Who on Earth?

Vanessa angrily swung open the door, immediately spotting Olivia peacefully reading a book inside.

"Reading, reading! What's the use of reading?"

"Do you have any idea that our door was vandalized with paint?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't you try to stop them?"

Vanessa lifted Olivia by the collar and slapped her across the face.

Her little face immediately swelled up.

She directed her rage at her eldest daughter.

Olivia covered her face, not crying, just stubbornly staring back at her.

"What kind of look is that?"

"I'm your mother! What's wrong with me hitting you?"

"Don't you want to hit back?"

Olivia shook her lips tightly and lowered her head slowly.

Only then did Vanessa let out a soft snort.

In the corner, Emily, who had been happy to see Vanessa return, had now shrunk her neck, trying to hide in the corner of the sofa. She pursed her little mouth, looking aggrieved but dared not cry.

This kind of mom is terrifying!

Dad, where are you?

Vanessa grabbed a water bottle, took a sip, and then pulled out her phone to check.

Who could it be?

Her eyes emitted dangerous signals.

But the next moment, her phone received a push notification.

[Shocking! Woman in Crestwood City involved with over three hundred men!]

Vanessa shivered, looking at the message in disbelief, her fingers trembling slightly.

Lucas Thompson's voice echoed in her ears.

"So many men you've had relationships with, over three hundred..."

Could this news be specifically naming and shaming her?

Is it such a big deal?

This is a nationally renowned media outlet!

Vanessa gritted her teeth and clicked on the message.

Although the main text politely addressed her as "Mrs. Anderson," it accurately pointed out that she had three daughters, lived in Harmony Heights, and even in the accompanying screenshot of the list of names, the "Vane" was deliberately exposed.

The targeted nature was so obvious that anyone with a little curiosity could find out it was her.

Vanessa, however, still held on to a glimmer of hope.

What if, just what if there was another Vanessa in Harmony Heights?

She herself didn't know how many men she had been involved with over the years. Even if someone wanted to investigate her, it would be impossible to find out about so many people, right?

Finally, the loaded page appeared.

[Download file?]

Download.

Open!

[June 13-16, 2005, Harmony Haven Hotel, Maxwell Parker, now 47, then 30...]

[June 18, 2005, Serenity Suites, Nolan Brooks, now 75, then 58...]

...

[July 17, 2022, Crestview Plaza Inn, Garrett Foster, now 42...]

Vanessa's body trembled.

It was real.

Although she could hardly remember the details of the hotel bookings from so long ago, this file included photos of the men.

After all, having an intimate relationship with them, she could recognize them at a glance.

They were all real!

Who?

Who on earth could investigate so thoroughly?

The ages and workplaces of these men were all there, and even details about their wives were noted.

Vanessa tightly hugged her shoulders, looking at the information with disbelief, shaking her head.

Derek Matthews's wife?

The one who runs a fresh produce store, heard she's good at business. Could she have discovered Vanessa's relationship with Derek Matthews and initiated this investigation?

Or could it be Marcus Sullivan's wife? She's a lawyer, known for her meticulous work. It's quite possible it's her doing.

Harrison Blake's wife? She's the richest among them. Did she hire someone to do this?

In an instant, Vanessa's mind was flooded with suspicion.

None of them were Chad.

In her eyes, Chad was just a loser.

The other day, he didn't dare to lay a finger on her even when she came to his doorstep. If it wasn't for the old man fainting, she wouldn't have gotten the money. How could such a loser be capable of something like this?

Moreover, Chad spent all his time working and earning money. How could he have the time and resources to investigate so much information?

Who could it be?

Vanessa squeezed her hand hard, gritting her teeth.

Don't let me find out, or I'll make you regret it!

Her phone rang.

Vanessa saw it was a call from her parents and immediately hung up.

The call came again, and she reluctantly answered.

"What now?"

"You slut, look at what you've done. Everyone is saying you've been with over three hundred men. Are you so desperate without a man? Our family's reputation..."

Vanessa hung up the phone directly, blocking the number.

"All day long, it's just about the Davis family's reputation."

"If your reputation is so great, being a gambler and all, if it weren't for my dowry being used to pay off gambling debts, you would have been killed. Still dare to criticize me!"

Vanessa had always been resentful of this matter.

If it weren't for the family debt and people coming to collect, how could she have stooped so low as to marry Chad?

If she hadn't married, she might have been able to wait until Oliver Reynolds divorced and married her later. She wouldn't have been despised for getting involved in Oliver Reynolds's marriage by Reynolds's family.

All of this was his fault, and he even had the nerve to scold her!

Vanessa took a deep breath, slowly calming herself.

Can't lose control.

Especially at times like this, she must not lose control.

Things that can be completely denied—this is fabricated. Yes, it's definitely a baseless fabrication. Who can prove such ancient events?

Yes, yes, yes, it's like that.

The hotel records couldn't possibly be kept for so long.

This news must be a rumor!

Yes, sue them, sue them for damaging her reputation.

Find a lawyer, find a lawyer... Derek Matthews!

Vanessa immediately dialed Derek Matthews's number, but the mechanical voice on the other end left her stunned. Then, angrily, she threw her phone to the ground.

"One by one, blocking me when they encounter problems!"

After a pause, Vanessa picked up her phone again.

"Derek, Derek, I only have you now~"

"You said you knew friends who were lawyers, poker friends..."