Chapter 942

“Mom, didn‘t you... divorce Dad because he was a drunk who abused you?” Jasmine‘s lips trembled as
she asked. She never agreed to meet her biological father all these years because of that reason.

She hated her father for committing domestic violence and ruining their happy life as a family of three.
However, the video was telling her that the main reason for her parents‘ divorce was something else.
Her mother had actually had an affair, so her father lost control of his emotions and hit her mother.
Surveillance at their home captured the scene of domestic violence before it was posted on the
Internet. Therefore, her father became the main party at fault, and Jasmine never forgave him.

“Mom, tell me right now. Is this video showing the truth?” Zhenny coldly said, “All of this happened
about a decade ago. Is it necessary to explain it again? But you, Jasmine Yackley, I sent you abroad to
study, but you became a social butterfly instead. Is this how you repay me for my hard work in training
you? The remaining three minutes are all about your bad record in school!”

Jasmine‘s face instantly turned pale. After her breakup with Flint, she let go of herself for a period of
time. She would get a new boyfriend once every three days and always hang out in places such as
bars and nightclubs. She was pretty, so whenever she went to those places, countless men would hit
on her. If the man was handsome and very generous, she would sleep with the man.

However, this ridiculous period lasted for less than two months. Why would someone dig up her dark
past? Besides, the video was in high resolution. In the last few minutes, there were pictures of her
drinking in the nightclub, clips of her flirting with me touching her buttocks and breasts. There was also
footage of a few men carrying her to a hotel.

If the five–minute video was exposed, the netizens would criticize her mother and her!

“Mom, don‘t ask me about all that. Hurry up and tell me who sent you this video!”



Zhenny suppressed her anger and scrolled to the bottom of the email. There was a sentence at the
end.

[If one more person insults Adina Daugherty on the Internet in three hours, this video will be exposed.]
“B*tch!” Zhenny nearly smashed her phone on the floor.

Due to her big movements, the needle on the back of her hand got ripped out. Her blood shot out and
splashed over Jasmine‘s face.

“Mom, this is that b*tch, Adina‘s doing!” Jasmine wiped the blood off her face.

“She‘s really doing everything she can to salvage the public‘s opinion! Mom, we can‘t do what she
wants!”

Zhenny became strangely calm. “Should we just wait for this video to be exposed?”

Should she wait for her divorce that happened a decade ago to be exposed, for the netizens to call her
a sl*t, and for them to say “like mother, like daughter”?

Should she wait until her reputation in Sea City was completely ruined, until Jasmine lost all face, and
until the two of them could no longer show their face in public again?

The video was Zhenny‘s sore spot, and it left her with no other choice. She slowly closed her eyes.

“Get ready for a live stream.” When Zhenny went online, the sharp–eyed netizens started to summon
their friends.

[Hurry! Zhenny Jones is doing another live streamn. I guess she‘s trying to expose Adina‘s dark secrets
again!]



[I don‘t want to hear any dark secrets. I just want to know how Adina got acquainted with Duke, and I
want her to give us some guidelines.]

[You just need to look pretty. Losers like you should receive cosmetic surgery before you think about
such things.]

[Don‘t get distracted. Hurry up and see what Zhenny is about to say next.]

When the live stream started, Zhenny‘s complexion looked more haggard than before.

[Adina really isn‘t human. This is her own aunt. How could she beat her?]

[Adina didn‘t grow up in the Jones family, so she wouldn‘t have any affection for her own aunt. The two
parties were probably fighting for the position of heir.]

[There‘s no kinship in rich families. How pathetic and sad.]

“Hi, I am Zhenny Jones.” Zhenny‘s voice was hoarse, and she appeared drained. She softly said, “I‘m
sorry for using up more public resources, but I would like to clarify something in this live stream. This
morning, I told you that my niece, Adina Daugherty, caused the injury on my face. But actually, it wasn‘t
her...”

[What?]

[It wasn‘t Adina Daugherty?]

[Who could it be?]


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