She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Chapter 142

Ethan’s hand trembled as he finished reading the post that Bertha made.

It was obvious that Bertha had betrayed him, even though he had been nothing but kind to her.

"This isn’t true. None of this is true!" Ethan yelled. "YOU BITCH! You are the one who told me to do this!"

"Yeah, I did," Bertha shrugged. "So what? You agreed to it and even went as far as setting up a day for us to make a video and publish it. It’s not my fault that you’re such an idiot."

Frankie’s veins on his temples popped. He snatched the phone from Ethan’s hand and yelled at Bertha, "You snake! Take accountability for your action, or you will be fucking sorry!"

Bertha was caught off guard when she heard Frankie’s voice.

She wasn’t scared of Ethan because that sissy was a gullible idiot for using his Youtube channel as a platform to spill the tea. Thus, he had to bear the risk all by himself.

But Frankie was different.

He was much more level-headed and a tech guru, so he could do something dangerous like hacking.

"W—Well, I don’t fucking care. It’s his problem now, and good luck dealing with this shit. I’m out," Bertha said before she hung up the call.

Beep.

—

Ethan and Frankie were stupefied.

Frankie gritted his teeth, and he pressed the call button again, but then they realized that Bertha had blocked them.

"THAT BITCH!" Frankie fumed. He looked at Ethan, whose face was so pale that it looked like he could faint anytime soon.

Frankie held Ethan and carefully led him to sit on the sofa. He looked lost, and Frankie could only lament because Bertha was right.

Ethan was gullible.

He trusted new people too much and got stubborn whenever Frankie told him that person wasn’t good.

"What should I do, Frankie?" Ethan mumbled as he held Frankie’s hand. "I don’t want my career to be ruined. I worked really hard for it."

"It’s okay. We will find a way out," Frankie said. Though he wasn’t sure there was any way out of this.

The situation was simply impossible for Ethan to recover from.

"Don’t worry about money. We have enough," Frankie added.

Ethan nodded and added, "I didn’t know that Zane would stoop so low and date a woman like her. She’s so out of his league."

"Stop with that. You’ve given us enough trouble with your gossip." Frankie reprimanded him while he got busy dealing with Ethan’s YouTube channel.

"But it’s true! Other than being pretty, that woman really has nothing else!"

Frankie stopped typing. He turned his head at Ethan and scolded him, "She wouldn’t survive that long if she only had a pretty face. She’s very smart and cunning. So you should just shut up and stop gossiping about a woman who barely remembered about us. You’ve done enough shit already, Ethan."

"Besides, rather than cursing over Madeline, you should’ve cursed at Bertha instead. That woman is the one who actually betrayed you after setting you up into a pitfall," Frankie added.

Ethan could only pout, as his husband had reprimanded him.

**

Meanwhile, Bertha blocked Ethan’s number immediately, not wanting to anger Frankie even further and get herself into a bigger mess.

"Fuck, how could things turn out like this?!" Bertha cursed as everything backfired just a few hours after the video was posted.

Jasmin clarifying her stance was expected, but Zane...

Bertha darted her eyes at Olga, who stood at the corner of the room. "You told me that Zane and Madeline had a falling out during the final! What the hell is this?!"

Olga’s face paled. "I—I don’t know, Miss. I got the information from my friend who’s still in the set during the final, and the other staff also said the same!"

"Then how did Madeline and Zane suddenly get together again?"

"T—That, I don’t know..." Olga lowered her head and suddenly felt a stinging pain in her forehead. "Ouch!"

Olga covered her head immediately and saw an ashtray that hit her head and fell to the ground.

She lifted her head and glared back at Bertha.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Bertha sneered. "You’re the one who messed up. I shouldn’t have trusted an ugly bitch like you."

Olga said nothing, but her body trembled in rage.

This broke bitch barely paid her salary and yet acted as if she was the hottest celebrity in the universe.

"If you want to leave, then get out. I don’t need a stupid assistant like you," Bertha said harshly.

Olga took a deep breath to calm down. Bertha hadn’t paid her last month’s salary, and Olga refused to leave until she got paid.

But on top of that, she wanted more than just getting paid. She wanted to find a better opportunity out there.

Thus, she smiled at Bertha and said, "I’m sorry, Miss. I will do better. Please don’t fire me."

"That’s what I thought," Bertha scoffed and returned to her phone, blocking Ethan and Frankie out of every social media account she had until those two people were out of her life completely.

Olga excused herself and left the room.

Her smile vanished instantly after she closed the door.

She took out her phone and smirked as she had a brilliant idea: ’Since that broke ass bitch has no way to pay my salary, then I will use her as a stepping stone.’

Thus, she called Frankie, knowing he must’ve been trying to comfort Ethan, and the call was soon connected.

—

"Hi, Frankie, it’s Olga," Olga said sweetly. "Bertha’s personal assistant."

"What do you want?" Frankie asked.

Olga could hear an echo, so Frankie must’ve put the call on speaker for Ethan to listen.

’Perfect,’ Olga thought. "I just confronted Bertha about what happened, but she hit me with an ashtray instead."

...

There was no answer from Frankie, but that meant he was listening.

"So, I want to help you guys get back at her, but I want something in exchange," Olga said.

"What do you want?" Frankie asked without hesitation.

Olga’s smirk bloomed as she found her first gold mine.

"I want to find a better job. Please get me a more popular actress or actor, and I will be their personal assistant," Olga said. "In exchange, we can work together."

"That can be arranged," Frankie agreed without thinking twice. "That woman has to pay for what she did."

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