The Fake Heiress Turns out to Be a True Tycoon!
Chapter 202: Isn’t this the prelude to a disaster?

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Isn’t this the prelude to a disaster?

Amber Livingston and Dashiell spoke openly without attempting to avoid people. The nearby guests, villagers, and even the livestream audience all heard them loud and clear.

Some people, like Amber Livingston, thought Dashiell was just being modest.

Scarlett Jennings knew he wasn’t the modest type, so what he said could only be the truth.

However, last night, when she rushed to the fish pond to find someone, she did feel a faint deterrent of Spiritual Power.

She subconsciously believed it was from Dashiell at the time.

But it wasn’t?

Then where did that deterrent of Spiritual Power come from?

Scarlett pondered this, her eyes falling on Amber Livingston, and she had a vague suspicion in her heart.

Before long, a group of people finally descended the mountain and returned to the village.

The village chief still needed to talk to others in the village about the Yellow Immortal, and he had to inform the villagers in advance about the temple construction and the offering of plaques in the ancestral hall. So, after greeting a few guests from the program group, he led a group of villagers to the village committee for a meeting.

Director Clark was about to let the guests go rest for a while when he saw Spencer Atkins leading his cameraman over.

In the morning, he wasn’t in the best state and didn’t go up the mountain with them. Later, from the livestream, he watched what they encountered and knew they returned, so he hurried over.

He was determined to be tied to the "Inspiration" program group for the next few episodes. He couldn’t let the audience think he couldn’t even last a single episode.

He hadn’t been really scared; after last night’s rest and resting again this morning, he appeared full of youthful energy, eagerly and warmly greeting each of them in turn.

He even paid close attention to Scarlett Jennings with concerned glances.

Then, his gaze shifted to Dashiell, who stood next to Scarlett Jennings.

A boy who was impeccably handsome, giving an astonishing impression at first glance.

"You’re... Scarlett’s brother, Jiao Tu, right? Thanks to you last night, I didn’t have time to introduce myself. I’m Spencer Atkins, you can call me Brother Spencer."

As he spoke, he offered his hand with a warm smile, and regardless of whether Dashiell was willing, he proactively and enthusiastically shook the young boy’s hand.

Dashiell frowned, seeming a bit impatient. The next second, he suddenly twisted Spencer’s wrist with a grasp.

"Ah!" Spencer Atkins let out an unexpected cry of pain, leaving the staff and audience, who were watching the two handsome young men shake hands, dumbfounded.

"Jiao Tu! What are you doing? Let go!"

Amber Livingston was the first to react, pulling them apart.

Fortunately, Dashiell didn’t intend to cause actual harm. When Amber Livingston came over to pull him, he let go of Spencer Atkins’s paw.

Scarlett Jennings saw that Spencer Atkins’s hand wasn’t broken or anything, so she didn’t pay him any attention. Instead, she turned to Dashiell, asking him plainly in a calm voice,

"What happened?"

Dashiell, a Flood Dragon that hadn’t mingled much in human society, didn’t know about human manners. Seeing there was no anger in her eyes towards him, he just coldly snorted, glaring at Spencer Atkins, speaking with a hint of danger in his tone,

"He just touched my palm! And pinched it after!"

Dashiell’s words were like a thunderbolt in broad daylight, stunning the guests, staff, and even the viewers watching the livestream.

[What does he mean? It’s not what I’m thinking, is it?]

[Whoa! Why would Spencer Atkins touch a young boy’s hand?!]

[Can you not speak nonsense?! My boy was just shaking hands with him; there’s nothing like the way he said. I think someone deliberately instigated it to falsely accuse my boy!]

As an actor who debuted as a child star, Spencer Atkins had quite a few mom fans. Even though he was now a nineteen-year-old young man, mom fans still habitually called him "boy."

Seeing someone unjustifiably lay hands on their boy and attempt to falsely accuse him, Spencer Atkins’s mom fans couldn’t bear it and started to lash out.

[Where did you come from, thinking your good looks mean others have ulterior motives for you?!]

[So malicious-minded for a young age! Your looks are wasted on you!]

[Our boy is just overly friendly to people usually; it’s laughable that a woman would frame him, but now even a man is trying it!]

[Scarlett Jennings’s brother is so sensitive, hasn’t he been through something before? Only those who’ve been violated automatically think the whole world wants to violate them!]

[That makes some sense.]

Seeing the barrage of comments heading towards unsavory territory, the other passersby in the livestream couldn’t tolerate it.

[He just mentioned a feeling; can Spencer Atkins’s mad dog fans not bite everyone they meet?]

[Damn, I’m fed up with those who make up these kinds of dirty rumors. This is still a young boy; keep your mouths clean!]

[Don’t you remember what Scarlett Jennings said in the last episode’s interaction? The cyber violence you unleash online will become negative energy that rebounds onto yourself!]

[They started spreading rumors about our boy first; if he gets cursed to death, he deserves it!]

[How do you know he’s spreading rumors? Why would he make rumors about your boy when they don’t even know each other well?]

[That’s why I said someone is instigating this from behind.]

[Haha, I also suspect there’s someone manipulating this. As for who it is, I won’t say!]

[Am I the only one thinking of the ’Curse of The Sixth Guest’? Isn’t this the prelude to a fall from grace?]

The last comment was drowned out by the flurry of Spencer Atkins’s mom fans.

Seeing the livestream once again erupt into chaotic debate, Director Clark felt a headache coming on. He instinctively looked at Spencer Atkins and saw, the moment Dashiell spoke, his face immediately paled, but within seconds, he changed his expression to one of hurt and disbelief.

"Brother Jiao Tu, are you misunderstanding something? How could I possibly touch, touch you and pinch you?"

Spencer Atkins, being a former child star, was adept at displaying emotions and expressions, his face full of innocence and helplessness, leaving the guests unsure whether to speak up.

Spencer Atkins wasn’t a major star in the circle, but he had a good reputation.

While Jiao Tu... even if they didn’t know him well, he didn’t seem like someone who would falsely accuse others without reason.

"You won’t admit it?"

Dashiell narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger in his gaze. Though he might not have wanted to argue with the other party, as a member of the Flood Dragon tribe, he wouldn’t let himself be wronged without expressing it.

The aura around the young boy became heavy, and he coldly stared at Spencer Atkins, about to raise his hand.

However, just as he raised his hand, a warm, soft hand gently pressed down on it.

Scarlett Jennings quietly looked at him, subtly pressing his hand down again, her almond-shaped eyes full of a visible calming intent.

Dashiell, dissatisfied, snorted coldly once more but ultimately didn’t shake her off.

Seeing he had no intention of continuing the conflict, Scarlett Jennings turned and looked at Spencer Atkins with a scrutinizing gaze but said,

"When we first met yesterday, I felt a difference in the direction of your Marriage Palace compared to others. At the time, I wasn’t sure why. Now I think I understand."

Her eyes were deep and clear, her almond eyes seemed to see through everything as she asked,

"You like the same sex, don’t you?"

The impact of her words was no less significant than Dashiell’s earlier statement. Spencer Atkins’s eyes flashed with panic, followed by feigned embarrassment and humiliation,

"Scarlett, even if you’re helping your brother, you shouldn’t slander me like this! How could I possibly..."

"I never slander people casually, nor would my brother."

Scarlett Jennings interrupted him, her voice slightly heavy,

"If you consider this slander, why not tell us what you did when you were seventeen?"