Chapter 79 You Said Someone Is Cursing Me on Instagram?
Rachel's eyes widened as she read Kelly's message and saw the attached photo.
She clicked on the photo and immediately zoomed in with two fingers. In the picture, Amelia and Osborne were standing at a hotel front desk, checking in.
Even though it was a side view and a bit blurry, Osborne's slightly hunched posture made it clear he was at least in his forties or fifties.
Amelia was going to a hotel with such an old man?
No wonder she got into the competition. She must have sold her body for it.
How disgusting!
Rachel's initial disgust quickly turned into a bright idea.
This was a golden opportunity!
With this photo in her hands, if she exposed the situation, Amelia and that old man would be ruined.
Rachel remembered how Amelia was praised online while she herself was bashed. The thought of it made her want to tear Amelia apart.
Now Amelia, a minor, was going to a hotel with a man older than Robert for a piano competition? This was way worse than Rachel's own scandal of impersonation.
Amelia was shameless and a disgrace. She’d be torn apart online!
And the man who helped her would surely be fired by the committee.
Just thinking about it made Rachel's hand tremble with excitement as she held her phone.
She could already see Amelia being called filthy, disgusting, and shameless online.
The thought made her ecstatic!
She still had the contact info of the team leader from last time. This would be the perfect opportunity to use it again.
Rachel suddenly felt a sense of relief and couldn't stop smiling.
Meanwhile, Amelia had no clue about any of this.
She wasn’t on Instagram at all.
And she hadn’t checked her phone.
"Hey, Mr. Johnson, isn’t Miss Martinez here for something important today?" Eric finally couldn’t help but ask after seeing Michael leave the bedroom for the third time to handle work calls in the study.
Michael glanced at him.
Amelia had said she had something important to do at The Johnson Mansion today, so Eric had driven Michael to The Martinez Mansion to bring her over.
But after arriving, Amelia spent a long time reading in the study, then had lunch with Michael, and then went back to the bedroom with him.
Eric had been called into the bedroom by Michael at one point.
He thought it must be something important, but when he walked in, he saw Michael sitting on the sofa, cradling Amelia like a child.
Amelia was sitting on Michael’s lap, her head resting on his shoulder, and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Her breathing was steady, indicating she was deeply asleep.
Michael was gently patting her back with one hand, and with the other, he gestured for Eric to check his phone.
Eric opened his phone to see a single message from Michael: [Don’t make a sound, go fix the bed.]
Alright, this was indeed important for Michael.
Eric quickly adjusted the pillows and blanket, while Michael, still holding Amelia, stood up from the sofa. His strong arms supported her bottom, and his other arm held her back. He lifted his hand to cradle her head, which was still resting on his shoulder. He walked to the bed and gently laid her down. After tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, Michael kissed her forehead before standing up.
He then sat in a chair at the desk by the bed, his gaze on the sleeping Amelia, deep and tender.
Eric had wisely left the room. But he hadn’t expected Amelia to sleep straight through until three o’clock without waking up. It seemed her important task at The Johnson Mansion was just to eat well and sleep well.
In the study, Michael was still on the phone. Eric was on the sofa, looking at his phone. Today was actually a rest day, but Eric, having lived at The Johnson Mansion for years, was used to being at Michael’s side most of the time, ready for any instructions.
However, as Eric scrolled through his phone, he suddenly stood up, eyes wide: “Mr. Johnson.”
Michael frowned slightly, puzzled by Eric’s shocked expression. He hung up the phone and looked at Eric. “What’s wrong?”
Eric took a deep breath and quickly walked over. “Mr. Johnson, look at this.”
He handed his phone to Michael. The screen displayed an Instagram post.
[Scandal! The Martinez family’s underage illegitimate daughter secured her piano competition spot by sleeping with an old man? Hotel room photo attached ↓]
Michael immediately saw Amelia in the photo. And he didn’t recognize the man next to her, Osborne.
“Mr. Johnson, I found this on Instagram’s trending topics.”
Eric glanced at Michael’s face and carefully added, “I checked, and many accounts have reposted this. The comments are all insulting Miss Martinez, really harshly.”
Harsh was an understatement; they were vile. People were saying Amelia was doing disgusting, filthy things at her age, calling her the spawn of a whore like Rupert, and even saying she was just a toy for old men.
Luckily, Amelia didn’t have an Instagram account, or she’d be bombarded right now.
Eric had only known Amelia for a short time, but he knew the truth couldn’t be what Instagram suggested. There had to be a misunderstanding. But just from this photo, it was easy to jump to conclusions. Osborne did look in his forties or fifties and was clearly not part of the Martinez family. How could a minor like Amelia, who had just come to River City, be at a hotel with a man like Osborne late at night?
Before Michael could respond, a voice came from behind Eric.
“Did you say people on Instagram are insulting me?”
Michael looked up to see Amelia standing at the study door, wearing just socks, looking at Eric with a slight frown. “What are they saying about me?”