He Sold My Secrets, But I'll Make Him Regret It

I’m the company’s leading star. Though I’m polite and courteous with others, my position is unshakable.

Right now, the storm is intense, but this group of netizens has a strong sense of right and wrong, and most of the negative comments are from trolls.

It’s hard to predict whether saving my reputation will result in a loss or bring greater benefits.

Mrs. Shaw furrowed her brows, pressed her fiery red lips together several times, and seemed to make a difficult decision.

“This time, the company supports you! Go all out.”

I knew it. In the eyes of this shady businesswoman, I was still a juicy piece of meat.

The opportunity she’s giving me now is because I boldly took a risk with the live-streamed gamble—betting on a chance to win.

No one helps you for free when you're facing a crisis, unless you prove you’re worth it.

I’ve proven that I still have value.

I was busy having the tech team gather evidence, calling the police, and contacting legal services when Damon’s call came in.

“Elena, the repayment date we agreed on is fast approaching. I have the ten million ready.”

His tone was casual, yet there was a hint of sincerity.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, all the questions and insults I could throw at him. But what came out of my mouth was, “I’ll have my lawyer contact you. The repayment will be made to the designated account on the agreed date.”

On the other end of the line, he seemed a bit surprised. After a brief pause, he said, “Let’s meet.”

“Why?”

“I saw the trending topic. You must be really needing someone right now. After all these years, you’ve never had a boyfriend. I know you still love me.”

His voice was deep, and his tone was affectionate. But it was revolting.

How dare he say such things?

Three years without a relationship was because I was too busy, my schedule was packed, and I didn’t have time to meet new people.

I couldn’t just fall for a co-star every time I worked on a film, could I? While stirring up drama is one thing, actually getting involved isn’t necessary.

After all, none of these male colleagues around me are necessarily a good match for me.

Making money is exciting; why would I bother with a relationship?

I was about to start a heated rant when Vera rushed over, holding her phone, eager to show me something.

It was a colleague from the tech department who had managed to restore the man in the video, whose face had previously been blurred out.

I smiled. “Damon, didn’t you watch my live stream? I’ve already announced that you’re the only boyfriend I have. Did you forget the beautiful wolf-head tattoo on your chest?”

That was something we did when we were dating, and I had encouraged him to get it.

Because I thought his chest muscles looked great, and it would be a waste not to put something on it.

At first, he resisted, but when he saw how great the design was, he was persuaded.

So, on a sunny afternoon, I took him to my best friend’s tattoo shop and had him get inked.

Of course, at the time, my friend had just opened the shop, and I took him there to help her practice.

Who knew that what started as a little indulgence and selfish wish would now help me immensely?

After Mr. Shaw left, I immediately contacted the company’s tech department staff.

Swallowing my embarrassment and discomfort, I asked him to help restore the video.

“Elena, don’t worry. We’re all supporting you. We’ll make sure the perpetrators pay the price!”

Eli from the tech department wasn’t much of a talker, but every word he said was sincere.

“Don’t worry, my girlfriend works in IT too. I’ll have her help restore the video. The company and the police are both working hard to prevent the video from spreading too much. This will all be over soon.”