Chapter 233: Destroying Christopher

Christine’s POV:

I have no idea who started the rumors about me and Christopher. Since this incident went viral online, I’m unsure which media outlet chose to expose my school. In no time at all, reporters surrounded the school, blocking every entrance. They were all eager to get firsthand information from me. I had never experienced anything like this before. The online insults alone were driving me to the brink.

I grabbed Hayley, tears streaming down my face, and cried out, “What should I do? Why are these people spreading such lies online? Nothing happened between us, but these ruthless reporters are twisting everything!”

“Hayley, what should I do? How can they hurt my hubby like this?”

Even now, my greatest worry wasn’t about myself, but about Christopher. As I scrolled through the comments online, all I could think about was him.

Hayley tried to calm me down, saying, “It’s okay, Christine. This will all blow over, but before that, you need to change the way you’re referring to him. If someone hears you calling him that, it could be twisted into something else.”

I quickly covered my mouth, wiping my tears as I looked at Hayley. “What should I do now, Hayley? I can’t just stand by and watch as they ruin my dear… Christopher.”

Hayley pressed her lips together and said firmly, “There’s only one thing you can do now—clarify this matter yourself.”

“But I have a feeling this isn’t just a simple leak of information. There’s someone behind this trying to destroy Christopher.”

“What?!” I was stunned.

“T-this…” I stammered, struggling to say anything coherent.

“Don’t worry,” Hayley reassured me, her voice calm but firm, “The truth will always come to light, and lies will eventually be exposed.”

Though we were both Omegas, I had always admired Hayley’s abilities. It felt like there was nothing she couldn’t solve. Her words gave me some strength. No matter what, I had to step up and set things right. I had to clear Christopher’s name.

Christopher’s POV:

I frowned as I looked at the comments online, my anger boiling just beneath the surface. Caesar, seeing my frustration, said with concern, “Christopher, stop looking at that. We’ve already initiated a crisis management plan. The impact of the situation is huge. We need to clarify the truth, or this will damage your image and your future in the entertainment industry,” he added.

I knew all that already. But right now, there was something more important. I gave him an order, “Send someone to the school to protect Christine. We can’t let anyone harass her.”

“At a time like this, you’re still thinking about her? Focus on yourself!” Caesar snapped.

I put my phone away and looked up at him. “A clear conscience needs no defense. If I didn’t do anything wrong, then there’s nothing to hide.”

Caesar was frustrated. “I get it. But the public doesn’t believe that. The current public opinion is against us.”

I stood up and adjusted my jacket. “Let’s go.”

Caesar looked confused. “Where are we going?”

“To fix this,” I explained.

When I stepped out of the company building, reporters swarmed the entrance.

“Mr. Christopher, is it true that you had an inappropriate relationship with that underage girl and pressured her into an abortion?”

“Are you planning to abandon her after everything you’ve done?”

“Mr. Christopher, will you be leaving the entertainment industry?”

I stopped in my tracks, not avoiding the cameras. I looked straight into the lens and spoke clearly, one word at a time—