The Intern Sat Beside Him, So I Took Everything in the Divorce Chapter 09

The Intern Sat Beside Him, So I Took Everything in the Divorce Chapter 09

The group’s official statement went live at exactly 8 p.m., shorter and sharper than any corporate announcement.

Just three paragraphs.

First: The engagement between Scarlett Hayes, heir to Hayes Group, and Trevor Fulton was arranged by both families based on business interests.

During the engagement, Hayes Group injected resources into Fulton-affiliated companies totaling an estimated $470 million. A detailed list is available on the group’s official website.

Second: During the engagement, Trevor Fulton maintained inappropriate contact with his former intern, Mirabel Vance. Ms. Hayes issued multiple warnings over the three-year period, none of which were effectively heeded. The termination was unilaterally proposed by Ms. Hayes and has been acknowledged by the Fulton family without objection.

Third: Regarding recent false statements and malicious online manipulation, Hayes Group’s legal department has completed evidence collection and will pursue legal action against the bloggers involved and their affiliated PR firms.

For the first half hour, the comments were mostly negative.

But a few hours later, the tide turned.

People started digging into the details, unearthing the full story about Trevor and his family.

Someone found deleted social media posts from Mirabel—screenshots showing her and Trevor acting flirtatious, all while our engagement was still intact.

Others uncovered the PR firm’s payment records—six bloggers paid on the same day.

[So Mirabel is the other woman?]

[Four hundred seventy million, ladies. Scarlett bankrolled the entire Fulton family for three years, and this is how they treat her. If that were me, I’d do more than slap her.]

[Damn, queen. Give me a billion and you can slap me anytime, good mood or bad.]

[That sob story video is so fake—did anyone notice the La Mer bottle on her rental apartment table?]

[Found it!! The promotion payment was made two days before Mirabel even left the Fultons, which means she’d already lined up bloggers before she got slapped.]

That last comment shot to the top.

Natalie scrolled through her phone, her voice rising with excitement.

“Ms. Hayes, public opinion is turning in our favor!”

I didn’t look at my phone.

“What about those bloggers?”

“We sent the cease-and-desists. Two of them deleted everything and posted apologies, three are digging in, and one just nuked their account and ran.”

“Go after them. Deleted or not, we pursue. Damages and defamation—I want every single one.”

“Got it.”

“And Mirabel herself?”

Natalie scrolled again. “Her social accounts are flooded—comments are a nightmare. People dug up her school, her hometown address, her ID number … Ms. Hayes, she’s being doxxed.”

I nodded, saying nothing more.

At 10:30, an unknown number called.

Trevor’s voice came through—more desperate than I’d ever heard him.

“Scarlett, enough. Let her go. She’s deleted everything, I promise she won’t show up again. Name your price, but please stop chasing her.”

I leaned back in my chair, staring calmly out the window.

“Trevor, you’re asking me to go easy on her now?”

“She just didn’t know better!”

“That again.” I laughed coldly. “You’ve been saying that from day one. And yet this girl who ‘doesn’t know better’ managed to pull off more than most smart people could. Are you really that stupid?”

He was silent for a long time.

“What do you want from me?”

“What do I want? I’ve already done what I wanted.”

“But the online stuff…”

“That’s all public reaction. You think I control the entire internet?”

My tone stayed flat. “Trevor, I gave you plenty of chances. Back when I wasn’t going all out on you, you should’ve known to step off.”

His breathing got heavy.

“Do you know what she’s going through right now? She can’t leave her place, her phone’s blowing up, even her parents are being harassed!”

“And when she posted that pity video, did she stop to think what they’d say about me and my family?”

The line went completely silent.

I waited ten seconds, then said my final piece.

“Before you worry about her, think about yourself. Have you taken your father’s call yet?”

I hung up and blocked that number too. Then I texted Natalie: “Set up a meeting with Mr. Fulton Senior tomorrow. This will be the last one.”