chapter 2
Everyone was puzzled but still followed the instructions.
As rows of cameras pointed at me, I smiled slightly and said, "Good morning, everyone. Today's press conference is a bit special. We're not launching a new product but revealing Kevin Foster's secret."
Since it was morning, the audience across all live streams was sparse, totaling just over a hundred people.
But as my words ended, the live chat instantly became lively.
[Who is this woman? She looks pretty stunning!]
[The wife of Kevin Foster, heir to New York's top family, the Foster family. You don't know her?]
[But what does she mean? Are they fighting and using us as their emotional trash can?]
[Sensationalizing, what nonsense?]
Looking at these comments, I chuckled softly. "I need to correct everyone; I'm no longer Kevin's wife. Last night, we officially divorced, and I left with nothing."
The media was shocked, and so were the comments.
[Really? Could it be just for hype?]
[Yesterday was their fifth wedding anniversary, how did they suddenly divorce? Could there be some hidden reason?]
[The Foster family has a billion-dollar fortune, can she really give up everything? I don't believe it.]
Facing the doubts, I didn't explain and simply continued, "Although I chose to leave with nothing, I still need to find a way to make a living. Next, I will reveal a few secrets about Kevin. If you're interested, you can bid."
I playfully winked. But the netizens were completely stunned.
[What does that mean? A press conference turned into an auction?]
[Is she out of her mind from the shock? Coming up with such a way to make money.]
I gave a signal to the person Derek arranged and then spoke, "Im sure everyone is familiar with the international supermodel Haley McCoy, right?"
"She has quite an extraordinary relationship with my ex-husband!"
As my voice trailed off, the big screen suddenly displayed a pair of stunningly long legs, tightly wrapped around a man's waist.
Amid the panting and moaning, the camera slowly panned up, revealing two facesKevin and Haley!
The screen froze on this scene, and it felt like the entire venue was paused too, followed by an uproar.
"Mr. Foster," "international supermodel," and "marital affair"the combination of these three keywords created a truly shocking sensation.
The number of viewers in various live streaming platforms skyrocketed, and the stream arranged by Derek surged to 900,000 viewers and kept climbing!
Apart from the overwhelming comments, dozens of big shots started showering gifts like crazy.
[Ill pay one million dollars for the video. Im Mary Wilson from Aura Jewelry.]
[Ill offer five million dollars! Send me the video, and Ill transfer the money immediately!]
[Im Owen Harris. Ill offer twenty million dollars! Who dares to compete with me?]
As soon as Owen's name came up, everyone else immediately gave up bidding.
Of course, I recognize him, the heir of the Harris family, who has been openly and secretly competing with Kevin for many years.
I smiled and replied, "Alright, Mr. Harris. Ill send you the HD content right away, along with a few exclusive portraits as a bonus."
Owen didnt disappoint me. Within ten minutes of getting the video, it had taken over all major social platforms.
He even openly mocked Kevin in a post, [Mr. Foster, would you like to endorse our companys adult products?]
Below was a photo captured of the two during their intimate moment, with their companys product Photoshopped onto it.
The male and female leads of the video quickly got the news and started calling me like crazy.
I looked at the alternating calls and pointed the camera at them. "It seems our leads are a bit upset. Could it be they think my filming wasnt professional enough?"