Chapter 218: The "Surprise" James Prepared for Amelia 2
The screen was showing exactly what happened: Amelia's failed attempt to frame Mia, ending with Mabel drugging her and pushing her into the private room.
A live broadcast of her alone facing Ernest and his three companions.
Though the private parts were blurred out, their faces were crystal clear.
The entire banquet hall was like the screening room for an adult film.
And the star of the film was watching it together with everyone else.
Amelia's face showed nothing but shock and despair.
After arriving in Marigoldia and reuniting with Uri, facing Uri's deep love that had never changed from beginning to end, she deliberately erased that night and everything about how she got to Marigoldia from her memory.
If she didn't recall it, she could pretend it never happened, and she definitely couldn't let Uri know.
But now,
Amelia watched herself kneeling before Ernest and the other three, letting them humiliate her.
She was being humiliated, yet looking like she was enjoying it.
The surround sound system blared her undignified pleas as she begged Ernest and the others.
The whole room erupted in shock.
Standing on stage right now, just moments ago, looking like a proud peacock, pure and innocent Amelia.
Against the backdrop of the big screen, she looked increasingly ridiculous.
The moment Mia saw it, she was slightly stunned too.
A few days ago in the car, James hadn't said much.
He only told her that at today's banquet, he had prepared a surprise for Amelia that would ruin her reputation and make her unable to show her face again.
She hadn't expected it to turn out like this.
So that day, Amelia had finally gotten what she deserved.
Mia stood beside James, watching the big screen with a cold expression.
The more disgusting the footage, the more it exposed Amelia's vicious nature.
If James hadn't arrived in time that day, she would have been the star on that big screen.
Amelia deserved this.
"Turn it off! Turn it off! I said turn it off—do you hear me?"
Amelia snapped back to reality and completely lost her composure as she lunged forward.
She couldn't let Uri see this, she absolutely couldn't let Uri know.
Her mind went blank as she frantically lunged forward.
Moving too quickly, she stepped on her dress hem, lost her balance, and crashed awkwardly to the ground.
Her forehead hit the stage hard, blood streaming down.
Ignoring the pain in her forehead, she scrambled to her feet and fumbled desperately to shut it off.
But suddenly the control system failed - no matter what she pressed, the footage on the big screen continued to play.
Amelia frantically punched the display screen, but even shattering the screen was useless.
The big screen kept playing.
With bloodshot eyes, Amelia stood on stage like a clown, utterly pathetic.
The crowd below watched her humiliating state as if it were part of a twisted performance.
Those who had just been praising her now looked at her with only contempt and mockery.
Amelia's gaze swept over those people and met two cold, mocking stares.
James and Mia.
It was them.
When Amelia looked over, James curled his lips into a cold smile and mouthed, "It was me."
"James!"
Amelia's eyes burst with crazy hatred. She couldn't turn off the big screen.
Consumed by hatred, her eyes bloodshot, she glared fiercely at James and stumbled as she tried to rush off the stage.
Her steps were too frantic; she lost her footing on the way down and fell hard from the stage.
She lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long while.
The major media outlets in Imperial City had never expected to capture such explosive footage.
Over the past few days, Amelia had been at the center of gossip because of her connection to Imperial City's the Smith Family, about to become Uri's wife.
She had been the talk of the city.
Everyone was guessing about her real relationship with Uri.
All the media outlets frantically snapped photos of Amelia.
Having seen enough of the spectacle, James took Mia's hand and walked away from the utterly humiliated Amelia.
She wanted to use Uri's influence to re-establish herself in Imperial City—how could he give her that chance?
After tonight, no matter how much Uri loved Amelia, she could never be his fiancée again.
Without that connection to the Smith Family, he could deal with Amelia without any concerns.
Marigoldia
Uri lay in his hospital bed. Even after several days of rest, his face was still pale and devoid of color.
He had forced himself to return to Imperial City last time, and even now, he was still unable to get out of bed.
Orla stood beside him, giving him a massage.
The projector in the hospital room was streaming the live broadcast from the Imperial City hotel.
He held the remote control, indifferent to how humiliated and broken Amelia appeared.
This was all within his expectations.
Since childhood, James had always been the type to seek revenge for even the slightest slight.
In Marigoldia, Amelia had been beyond his reach.
But once Amelia returned to Imperial City, how could James possibly allow her to become his fiancée?
If Amelia truly became part of the Smith Family, James would have to think twice before taking action.
James wouldn't allow it.
He would definitely act.
The scene unfolding before him was nothing short of spectacular.
But it was only the beginning.
Uri paid no attention to anyone else—his gaze remained fixed on Mia.
He watched her until she left the hotel and disappeared from sight.
Uri's tender expression vanished, replaced by a look of unrelenting coldness when he glanced at Amelia.
The person he carefully treasured in his heart— Amelia dared to scheme and try to hurt her!
"Leak the news that Amelia has HIV. I want everyone to know."
Uri shifted his cold gaze from Amelia to Orla.
His eyes showed a chilling coldness.
"Yes."
Orla immediately contacted her associates to coordinate with the live broadcast from the Imperial City hotel and leveraged the surge of attention to tip off the media and release the news.
As soon as the news broke, it shot to the top of the trending charts.
At the Imperial City hotel, before Amelia had recovered from one blow, another came right after.
Someone shouted: "Amelia is an HIV carrier."
As soon as those words were spoken, the crowd that had been surrounding her scattered as if she were contagious.
Most people feared HIV.
Even though they knew that without direct contact, the risk of infection was extremely low.
After backing away, everyone looked at Amelia with disgust in their eyes.
The person who had been about to help her up, upon hearing "HIV," immediately letting go, and Amelia fell heavily to the ground again.
Amelia lay on the ground, her hands clenched tightly into fists, nails digging deep into her palms.
James!
He not only exposed her video with Ernest and the others, making her lose her reputation, he also exposed her HIV status, making it known to everyone.
He was trying to destroy her completely, leaving her no way out!
Once this was exposed, how could Uri still marry her?
No, Uri loved her so much.
No matter what she became, Uri would definitely marry her.
She hadn't lost.
She couldn't possibly lose!
Did James think this could break her?
He was gravely underestimating Uri's love for her!
Amelia forced herself to stand up. She needed to call Uri.
She stumbled outside into the lounge, grabbed her phone, and dialed Uri's number.