"Everyone's asking, is the scandal true? I can only say, thirty percent is true, seventy percent is fabricated."
After saying this, she reclined back on the sofa, looking quite lazy.
One hand rested on the armrest, fingertips tapping gently on the wooden edge.
"Want to know which thirty is true, and which seventy is fake? Take a guess?"
As soon as the words dropped, the chat exploded.
The fans who were previously in awe and confessing their love suddenly sobered up, their brains whirring, starting to analyze every possible clue.
"Thirty percent is true? Which part? Were the photos edited, or were they taken but not of her?"
"The more you think about it, the scarier it gets! Is she implying something?"
"Damn, this live stream has turned into a suspense drama!"
"I suspect the whole thing is a setup now!"
Tristan Lowell, hiding in the shadows, had a face as dark as coal.
Standing in the shade, his brows furrowed, lips pressed into a hard line.
