Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 62

Everyone at the TV station always thought Chloe was one of Riverbrook's socialites, always dressed in designer wear, exuding nobility and elegance. They may have disapproved of Chloe hogging the spotlight, but they were always cautious, wondering if she had some powerful family backing her. No one dared to cross her.

Little did they know, her family background was a complete mess.

Even if Chloe knew Vivian was the one who posted those things, what difference would it make?

That evening, Vivian deliberately showed up an hour late.

To her surprise, Chloe was still sitting there, patiently waiting.

Chloe had picked a prime spot, right next to a massive floor-to-ceiling window with a stunning view of the river.

She was gazing out at the water, her elegant and beautiful demeanor catching the attention of everyone around, drawing people over for a chat.

A flash of jealousy flickered in Vivian's eyes. She marched right over. "Tony is so cold-hearted. You've practically snagged all the TV station's ad contracts this year. And now, just like that, the station turns its back on you. It's really disheartening."

Vivian had already taken a seat across from Chloe.

"I just got the editor-in-chief gig at Beauté, and I've got an opening for an editorial assistant. How about you quit your job and join me at Beauté? I'll have your back, even if it's just an assistant role. Beats sitting on the sidelines at the TV station, right?"

Vivian's eyes were filled with mockery and contempt. She had slogged at the TV station for five years, while Chloe, who had only been there for one, was overshadowing her in every way. Finally, she had a chance to get some payback.

Chloe responded with a calm, slight smile, "Thanks for the offer, but I'm not planning on switching jobs anytime soon."

Vivian's laugh was dripping with

1304120

sarcasm. "I'm only looking out for you. Better to resign with some dignity than wait to get fired. Do you really think Tony will keep the daughter of a murderer and risk the TV station's reputation? Even if he wants to protect you, the station's director won't allow it."

Chloe cut straight to the chase. "Isn't my predicament all thanks to you?"

Vivian was ready for this. She put on an innocent face. "Chloe, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame me. If I'd had dirt on you, I wouldn't have waited until now to use it."

Chloe pulled out her phone and played a video, placing it in front of Vivian.

Vivian's face turned pale after watching it. She didn't expect Chloe to find the footage of her posting those messages at an inte café. A flash of panic crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Yeah, I posted those messages. So what? I didn't lie. Your mother is a murderer. That's a fact."

"Vivian, I'm not here to settle scores.

You were right about one thing: i you had all this dirt, you wouldn't have waited until now to use it. I just want to know who gave you the infe."

UMS

Chloe had her suspicions but wanted to confirm them.

Vivian had gained a lot from this and wasn't about to spill the beans. Besides, what was there to fear with Chloe now isolated and disgraced?

"No one gave it to me, Chloe. I've been digging into your life. You always act like you're above everyone else, untainted by the world.

"I thought you were some high-society lady, but it turns out you're just a regular person. Your designer clothes and bags are all just a front.

"Chloe, you look down on me for having a sugar daddy, but how are you any different? You're just as fake and just as vain. What right do you have to judge me?"

Chloe furrowed her brow slightly.