“You go into old men’s beds, I keep a lover, we do not disturb each other.”
“But you insisted on blocking Camille and made her upset.”
“Artemis, bringing things to this stage is your own decision.”
My nails pressed hard into my palm, nearly breaking the skin.
Not disturb each other?
He actually believed that keeping Camille was normal and reasonable?
And my so-called cheating could really become a condition for negotiation?
I stared at the man in front of me with disbelief, as though I was looking at him for the first time.
Camille raised the microphone and interrupted our conflict.
“Actually, proving that Miss Gardner never went into beds is very easy.”
She smiled sweetly, yet her eyes looked dark.
“I heard that a few days earlier, Miss Gardner did not go back home the entire night. Since you say you are innocent, then prove it right here.”
“Take off your clothes and let everyone see whether other men left marks on your body, and then everything will be clear.”
“Miss Gardner, hurry and remove it!”
No one knew which person began the mocking first.
The auction had first gathered many old schemers who enjoyed using dirty methods, and now they looked more thrilled than anyone else.
“Since you say you are innocent, what are you scared of?”
“President Holmes does not mind, so why can’t we look for him?”
My face became pale and hard, my fingertips cold.
Russell remained before me, his eyes holding proud kindness.
“Artemis, as long as you show that you are innocent, I can act like this situation never happened.”
I almost could not trust what I heard.
“You expect me to remove my clothes here and show them to them?”
He frowned. “If you never did it, why are you afraid?”
Camille laughed until her shoulders shook, her voice moving through the microphone across the whole hall.
“Miss Gardner would not be scared to prove herself, right?”
“Or… are there really kiss marks on your body?”
My thoughts turned empty because of anger.
I slapped Camille on her cheek.
Camille shouted, and the microphone slipped onto the floor, making a rough sound.
Russell’s expression changed instantly. He hurried forward several steps and wrapped his arms around her to protect her.
“Camille!”
He held her face, his voice full of worry. “Are you fine? Does your face hurt? Are you injured?”
He turned and yelled at me. “Artemis, are you mad? Do you know she is an actress! You dare hit her face?!”