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Chapter 997 - 997 The most contrasting plot twist

Chapter 997: The most contrasting plot twist Chapter 997: The most contrasting plot twist The Golden Blossom Awards ceremony.

The excitement peaked as the next award to be presented was for the Audience’s Favorite Newcomer Actress. The nominees included: Amelia Wilson, Aaliyah Foster, Mia Garcia…

When the host read out the next name, Amelia Wilson’s eyes sparkled with tears. She had finally received the first award of her life, justifying all her persistence and hard work.

Rose Madam was also happy by her side, and at the same time, she reminded Amelia to be mindful of her image, to not let those damned reporters capture any inappropriate shots.

Today, Amelia donned a red dress with a front and back V-neck. The front was exposed just right, conservatively sexy, while the back had a deep V, seductively enchanting.

As she stepped up, the whole stage seemed to brighten.

It was just like her appearance; wherever she stood, it proved the saying: Amelia Wilson had the good looks to make a living.

The host handed her the microphone to deliver her acceptance speech.

At this moment, Amelia’s emotions were running high. There were so many people she wanted to thank. She had never expected to win today, so she hadn’t prepared any acceptance lines.

“Standing here today, there are many people I want to thank, including my family who has always supported me from the shadows, the opportunity given to me by the company, and of course, the audience who has supported me. Also, I can finally say that I can not only rely on my beauty but also my talent to make a living. Thank you all! Everyone who loves me!”

Applause erupted from below, and those watching couldn’t help but smile along.

But this scene lasted for less than ten seconds.

Immediately after, the atmosphere changed drastically.

The big screen behind the stage suddenly lit up, and the images displayed blinded everyone present as well as those watching on televisions and computers nationwide.

There was Amelia, posing provocatively on a bed, nakedly exposed before the national audience, murmuring the words, “My master… come… hurry…”

The sudden sound made Amelia feel as if she had been stripped bare by a demon, standing naked for all to see.

She turned to look at the playback of herself undressing, that lascivious expression on her face, and screamed in terror, “Ah… What is this… How could this happen… Who… Who is behind this…”

The host was stunned by the scene, and all the reporters, disregarding that this was a live broadcast, rushed onto the stage to interview Amelia.

Everything happened too suddenly.

Rose Madam was dumbfounded as well. How could such a thing happen?

The woman in the footage was indeed Amelia, and she recognized the man: it was Director Chester.

What in the world was going on? How could something like this happen?

Who was the mastermind behind this?

Rose Madam snapped out of her shock and rushed onto the stage; at a time like this, she had to protect Amelia, or else she would be devoured alive by the crowd.

Amelia, who was just this close to heaven, was suddenly trampled down to the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

“Excuse me… make way…”

It took an immense effort for Rose Madam to squeeze through to her. Amelia shielded her face with her hands, not knowing what to say, just kept repeating, “Framed… Framed… I have been wronged… wronged…”

However, no amount of her protesting innocence could rescue her from this calamity.