"Stop filming me!" Sophie shouted at the reporters. She snatched a camera from one of them and threw it to the ground, stomping on it furiously. She turned to Freya and sneered, "You think you've got something on me, but I've got plenty on you too!"

Once she was done talking, she casually pulled out photos and scattered them wildly across the room.

"Don't believe Freya's words. Mr. Bradley has labeled her as a cheater, and she has shady relationships with men. Her words are unreliable."

Each photo fell like snowflakes across the room.

Everyone scrambled to take pictures, afraid they would miss out.

Those were steamy photos of Bradley's wife, anyway. Any one of them could quickly go viral.

Bradley's expression turned sour. He knew exactly what those photos were. Freya shook her head as he prepared to send his men to fetch the images.

"I said I'll handle it myself. Just cover my back and don't go back on your word."

The girl's soft, tender voice drifted like a feather. Bradley's heart skipped a beat as her gauze-wrapped little hand tickled his palm.

He touched her hair and smiled, couldn't resist himself. "Okay."

"Thanks, Bradley."

Bradley's gaze changed when he heard his name and saw dimples in the girl's smile.

Freya blushed. Then she looked back down at the audience.

The reporters got the photos and wildly took pictures of Freya with their cameras. They didn't expect a pure-looking girl to have a chaotic private life.

Although Bradley didn't get involved, his assistant, Harry, managed to retrieve a photo.

A look of surprise crossed his face as he saw the person in the photo.

"He thought it was Freya and Madeline pulling a prank, but he was shocked to learn that the person in the photo was-

James Austin!

He told himself this was a conspiracy, but he couldn't help but feel his heart burn with jealousy.

Freya felt a bit let down by the expression on his face. He still didn't fully trust her. So, was he just like the people below the stage, suspecting that she had something with James?

Just as she was about to speak, the man's expression softened, and he tightened his grip on her wrist.

Freya glanced at him. The guy stood up, staring coldly at the audience. Later, he ripped the photo apart before everyone and let the pieces fly into the crowd.

He leaned close to her ear, whispering, "I'll wait for you to explain to me, Freya."

Feelings of warmth and a soft voice wrapped around Freya's ear like sweet love letters, making her head itch and her earlobes burn.

She glanced at the man. His handsome face was expressionless. His black shirt made him look cold and domineering. He was a born king, and his aura was very compelling.

He held her tiny hand even though he was frightened to injure her. He clutched it delicately like a bird.

One photo interrupted Freya's blushing and desire to struggle. When she checked, it was still her and James.

She stared at his photo for a brief moment, which annoyed Bradley. He gently squeezed her hand.

The warning was clear. If Freya couldn't explain where these photos came from, the man wouldn't let her go quickly.

The reporters' spotlights flashed wildly in the audience. Sophie smugly glanced at Freya, intending to bring this evil girl to hell.

Freya's face was fearless. She looked around the room and smiled. "These photos are fake, right? Aunt Sophie, you've had a lot of trouble to frame me. You paid someone to create these photos. It must have cost you a lot of money."

After three seconds, she knew something was amiss with the photo. She had met James before, but they had never held hands or done anything like this. Nothing made sense.

These photos were so seamlessly edited together using photomontage techniques that even she almost believed they were real.

She even tricked Bradley. Otherwise, why would he grip her hand tightly and look jealous?

"Freya, everyone saw how you were behaving with James. Your relationship is inappropriate, and there's no point in trying to deny it." Sophie said this, but she still felt guilty.

These photos were synthesized by a professional photo editing master she hired. She spent a lot of money on them, but Freya was able to see through them immediately. Could there be a problem with the photos?

"Oh, really?" Freya smiled and gestured at Harry. "Please bring me a laptop. I'll give these reporters an explanation myself."

Bradley signaled to Harry, who quickly went to handle it.

Five minutes later, Harry brought a slim notebook. Freya took a photo and uploaded it to the computer. She connected it to the large screen and began to show everyone how the images were synthesized and what the original photos looked like before manipulation.

The audience could only see her bandaged hands as she typed on the keyboard. The photos on the screen were separated bit by bit. Finally, the two original images were separated after layer upon layer of separation.

"Everyone, take a look. It's synthesized," Freya exclaimed.

The entire crowd erupted in excitement.

Freya raised her head and looked at the crowd, smiling faintly. "I believe that everyone can see the truth for themselves!"

Sophie's hideous face was black-and-blue. She never imagined that little scoundrel would also excel in photo editing.

What did she go through in the countryside all these years? Why did the little fool suddenly become intelligent and so clever?

Sophie was utterly baffled by what went wrong.

However, she wasn't going to let it slide. Although Freya split up her and James Austin's fake images, she and the baseball cap man were real.

Sophie said spitefully while holding the photo, "Then how do you explain this? You and this man are holding hands and walking down the street like a couple. You're not just hugging and kissing but also having car sex. These aren't fake."

As Sophie finished speaking, the audience gasped.

Then, there was a burst of unpleasant gossip.

"I never thought Freya would be like this."

"Exactly, she even had car sex. Look at her expression. She seems to be enjoying it."

"Let's see how she tries to whitewash this now. Could these photos be photoshopped again?"

"Stop guessing. Wait for the parties to explain!"

Freya listened to the gossip with a calm smile, but she didn't offer any explanations.