Chapter 597: The Hot Video
Clara recoiled. God, what is this? A lurid scene played on the hall's LCD screen: a man and a woman, entwined and half-dressed, engaged in passionate and compromising behavior. The man was Mr. Mahone, and the woman…Clara! She stared, certain she wasn't mistaken. It was her. But when had she been with Mr. Mahone? She had no memory of it. Her taste was impeccable; her affections were always directed towards Elvis. She disliked Mahone intensely. Seeing herself with him made her nauseous. What had happened? Who was she? Where was she? What was going on? Clara felt reality dissolving.
The fat woman and the onlookers also saw the video of Clara and Mr. Mahone making love in a hotel room. Mr. Mahone leaned in to Clara, whispering, "Baby, forget that fat woman. Every time I'm with her, I want to vomit. How can she compare to your delicate skin and tender flesh?" Clara laughed, a brittle, enchanting sound. "That fat woman must be destitute. You should divorce her and marry me. I'll make you Greenland's son-in-law."
Clara, unable to remain seated, stood abruptly and demanded of the front desk, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"
The hall buzzed with activity. Guests craned their necks, many pulling out their phones to record. "My god, it's been ages since I saw a movie like this! What an action blockbuster from Princess Clara!" one exclaimed.
"That's Princess Clara. I'm not mistaken," another chimed in. "Absolutely. If it's fake, snap a photo and post it online. Our Princess Clara's hot video will get over 100 million views a minute!" Whispers followed: "Princess Clara doesn't seem like that kind of woman. She appears so pure." "The truth is, she's not only promiscuous, but she also targets married men, seducing other people's husbands!"
"Ah!" Clara cried, rushing to the front desk. "Turn it off! Turn it off!" Her face was ashen. She was Greenland's most prestigious princess, her image meticulously cultivated, and now it was shattered. Regardless of the video's origin, its viral spread across the country was inevitable.
No! This was impossible!
"Clara, it's you!" The fat woman charged forward, seizing Clara's hair and slapping her twice. Clara, caught off guard, fell to the ground. The fat woman's fury was understandable. Humiliated by Elvis and Olive, she sought vengeance on Clara. She had suffered enough; she wouldn't let Clara escape unscathed. She would take Clara down with her.
"Clara, you damned woman! You seduced my husband! I'll kill you!" The fat woman snarled, raining blows upon Clara.
The onlookers gasped at the fat woman's ferocity. "Hurry, take pictures! Princess Clara's getting beaten up by her lover's wife after a hot video leak! This news is going to explode!"
Clara shielded her face, screaming, "Stop hitting me! Stop taking pictures! How dare you? I'm the most precious princess! I won't forgive you!"
The fat woman ripped Clara's clothes. "You bastard! Shameless homewrecker! Look, everyone! The most noble princess in Greenland! Take pictures!"
This was the kind of intense reaction Clara had anticipated, but directed at her, not Olive. She felt utterly disoriented. She, a woman born into nobility and beauty, charming and adored, had never faced such treatment. Her presence commanded respect. But now, everything was in ruins. The sex video with Mr. Mahone, the beating… even the onlookers' eagerness to photograph her humiliation—none of it made sense. This was supposed to be Olive's downfall, not hers.
"Help!" Clara cried, protecting her chest.
Black-clad bodyguards burst in, pulling away the fat woman and shielding the onlookers' cameras. "Princess Clara, are you alright?" one asked.
Clara, mortified, stood, tearing off her mask, her teeth gritted. "Confiscate their phones. Delete everything!"
"Yes, Princess Clara." The bodyguards began seizing phones, sparking a scuffle with the onlookers. "Even if you're a princess, using phones is our right," they protested. Ignoring the brawl, Clara pointed at the fat woman. "Delete everything! Arrest her!"
The fat woman shrieked, "Help! Princess Clara is violent! Greenland has laws! She's assaulting people in public! We're just ordinary people!"
The scene erupted in chaos. Clara's fists clenched, her fingernails digging into her palms, unnoticed. This was the most humiliating day of her life. Outside, turmoil reigned; inside, the room remained peacefully warm.