Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 04

Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 04 Call the Police

He spoke with righteous conviction, and the comments were filled with praise, calling him a real man with a sense of responsibility.

To boost the livestream, Lionel even took out his phone and played a clip of the surveillance footage from the birthday party.

Although it was somewhat blurry, it still clearly showed me ordering the bodyguards to strip the three of them of their clothes.

After it was edited, my voice came through sharp and vicious. “A housekeeper’s daughter thinks she deserves to wear my clothes?”

With what looked like solid evidence presented, the comments quickly shifted from blind support to outright insults directed at me.

They flooded the Morton Group’s official account, venting their anger.

[What’s wrong with a housekeeper’s daughter? She’s still better than someone like you who looks down on others!]

[How is someone like her fit to run a corporation? I seriously doubt the Morton Group would look down on ordinary people under her leadership.]

[We strongly demand that the Morton Group fire Naomi!]

In the end, Lionel stared intently at the screen, as if he were speaking to me through the device.

“Naomi, I don’t know if you’re watching this livestream, but if you are, I have to tell you-you still owe Yolanda an apology.”

At that moment, both the livestream comments and the floating chat were flooded with the same message.

[Naomi! Apologize!]

Seeing everyone united against me, Lionel could barely hide the satisfaction in his expression.

He had never been content with being just a junior manager at his family’s company, so he had started his own business instead and was currently in the stage of building its reputation.

Using the company’s official account for the livestream, he was stepping on me to boost his own fame.

Seeing a message from his assistant reporting that the company’s stock price was steadily rising, a faint, hidden smile appeared on his lips.

He thought he had already won this battle.

But the moment he became complacent was exactly the moment I would bring him down.

I first made a phone call, then deliberately sent a 30-dollar donation in his livestream.

It was just enough for him to notice my message.

[Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should start worrying about yourself.]

The moment I appeared in the livestream, countless accounts flooded my private messages and the public chat with insults.

One moment, they called me “high and mighty,” the next, they called me “lowly trash.”

I simply smiled as I watched.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door behind Lionel.

Several police officers in uniform walked in and showed their badges. “Lionel Lambert, correct? We’ve received a report of suspected unfair competition practices in your past business dealings. Please cooperate with the investigation and come with us.”

The livestream, which had already gained massive attention in just half an hour, came to an abrupt halt.

In front of millions of viewers, Lionel was taken away by the police for investigation.

People who truly do business would never touch illegal practices like that. Even if there were unspoken rules that everyone understood, no one would be foolish enough to act like Lionel-using the Morton family name to pressure and force small and medium-sized companies out of the market.

Didn’t he look down on the engagement?

Didn’t he look down on me?

Then why was he using the Morton family name to go around abusing that influence and intimidating others?

Reporting him was the easiest thing in the world.

With the livestream forcibly shut down, public discussion quickly shifted away from me and onto Lionel.

With the show over, I finally stood up and put away my tablet.

With Lionel arrested, Yolanda would likely avoid repeatedly asking Victor for help to keep him hooked, so the next unlucky target would naturally be Charlie.

Charlie didn’t own any property outside the family, so he would definitely bring Yolanda back home.

That meant it was time for me to return and welcome the next act.

When I got out of the car, I saw that the Morton residence gates were completely blocked.

A swarm of reporters with cameras crowded around Charlie and the pitiful mother-daughter pair, snapping photos and shouting questions over one another.

“Mr. Morton, is it true that you intend to expel Ms. Morton from the Morton family?”

“Ms. Pauley, were you really targeted by Ms. Morton just because you wore her dress without permission?”

At that question, Charlie immediately raised his voice to defend her. “What do you mean, wore without

permission? It’s just a dress. If Yolanda wants to wear it, then she can. Consider it a gift from me!”

Hearing movement behind them, the reporters turned and spotted me.

They instantly abandoned the three of them and rushed toward me.

Sharp questions were thrown at me one after another.

“Ms. Morton, do you look down on Ms. Pauley, or on all ordinary people?”

“Mr. Lambert has been arrested. Was that your doing?”