Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 868: Chapter 868: If you are upright, you need not worry about your shadow being crooked

Xaviera Evans looked up, challenging Tracy Swift, who gasped, her face stricken and furious, yelling, “What are you talking about?! I wrote this song four years ago, and I was sick at that time. It’s not strange that I couldn’t remember the slurs. You…”

Xaviera touched her chin innocently and replied, “Miss Swift, don’t be nervous. There’s no need to be anxious if you really are Rita.”

Her words hammered into Tracy Swift’s heart like heavy stones, making her face turn pale with fear. Others around also sensed that something was amiss.

“I… I’m not nervous.”

Why is this bitch still alive? Shouldn’t she have been sold off to some remote mountain by now? How could she have escaped? What a bunch of useless fools, to lose track of a woman like that.

“Xaviera Evans, enough!” Mrs. Swift, who was usually calm, couldn’t contain her anger any longer and shouted, “Tracy has always treated you like a good friend, but what have you done? Taking her things wasn’t enough for you; now you’ve come to humiliate her at the award ceremony. Are you not ashamed? How thick-skinned can you be?!”

The entire hall went silent. Some agreed with Mrs. Swift’s scolding, while others thought that Tracy seemed guilty. No one uttered a word, and even the netizens in the live chat stopped discussing, as if waiting for a result.

A moment later, Xaviera, looking indifferent, suddenly chuckled, “Miss Swift, I’ve already given you a chance to admit your mistake, but you didn’t cherish it. Since that is the case, don’t blame me for not being considerate to Miss Swift.”

A sense of foreboding filled Tracy’s heart; her eyes were filled with terror and unease, and she wished she could rush up to cover Xaviera’s mouth.

Xaviera glanced at Tracy indifferently, her lips turning up at the corners. “The evidence I mentioned is not just two pictures. There is even more compelling evidence.”

At this, everyone from the Swift family changed their expressions. Tracy almost collapsed, her face growing more ashen. Mrs. Swift angrily bellowed, “No way!”

As soon as her voice fell, the big screen displayed bank transaction records and chat messages between both parties. The payer was Tracy Swift, and the payee was the dark web’s leader, Meredith. The picture clearly showed Tracy’s request to have the dark web change the user of the Rita account to her own name.

The dark web always kept evidence and could not be falsified. This proved that Tracy wasn’t Rita; she had pretended to be and slandered Xaviera. The surrounding chatter nearly drowned out Tracy, who found it difficult to breathe. Her face pale and her body shaking violently.

How could Xaviera possibly know about the dark web? Weren’t they supposed to keep their client’s secrets? She paid them so much, yet they betrayed her to Xaviera?

Xaviera cast a mocking glance at Tracy and looked at David Bronte, smiling, “Mr. Bronte, I don’t know why you’re so certain that Tracy Swift is Rita. Do you still want to award her now?”

Feeling stiff, David Bronte stood there, wishing he could crawl into a hole. The netizens in the live chat went wild too. As much as they had admiration for Tracy before, now they were just as enraged.

[Tracy Swift is not Rita! She’s a full-fledged liar!]

[I knew it! How could the winner of the Star Music Festival Gold Award not understand music? Turns out Tracy Swift bribed hackers to change the account information. She’s so cunning!]

[That David Bronte is hilarious, treating Tracy Swift like a treasure, only to be completely humiliated.]

People in the banquet hall looked furious, shouting at Tracy, “You’re not Rita! You’re a liar! Where is the real Rita? How dare you impersonate her!”

The taunting voices of the crowd reached Tracy’s ears. Terrified, she stepped back, tripping over something and awkwardly falling to the ground.

Embarrassment and fear overwhelmed her, almost causing her to faint. Struggling, she climbed to her feet, trembling all over, “Shut up! I didn’t deceive anyone! I am Rita!”

The crowd paused for a few seconds, and then grew even angrier, “You still dare to lie to us at a time like this? What a scheming woman! Calling herself the first noble lady of high society in the Imperial city.”

“Xaviera knew she was a fake Rita early on and gave her a chance to admit her mistake out of old friendship. But she stubbornly refused to admit to it and even had the nerve to throw an award ceremony. Everything that’s happened so far has been brought on by Tracy Swift herself!”