Rebirth: Revenge of the abandoned heirress-Chapter 51: The real Culprit

When Caroline Anderson walked out, she found a crowd of people outside her studio. It was not unusual. She was a famous model. Hundreds of her fans would line up outside just to get a glimpse of her. She looked nervous. She thought that after the recent blow to her reputation, she should act nice. Deciding, she went to the group of fans to offer her signatures and selfies.

But what awaited her wasn't praises but insults.

"She is here!"

"How dare you slander our Prince?!"

"We will never forgive you.!"

"We will make your life Hell!"

"Did you think we are here for you? We are here for our prince! We are his loyal fans! Whoever wants to taint his name will have to fight with us."

Some of the fans even tried to come forward and shove her. But her bodyguards quickly surrounded her and safely guided her to her car. Caroline Anderson was horrified.

She couldn't accept it. Ever since she was young, she had received love from her admirers. This sudden influx of haters made her lose her rationality.

"Jazmine Harrison! It is one of your dirty tricks, isn't it?! You want me to feel alone! But I won't sit silently and just endure."

In anger, Caroline Anderson picked up her phone and decided to type a response.

"I had just come back from my latest shoot and was shocked to find all that. How could my fans turn their backs on me at the moment of need? Will you believe I can do something like that? I've no idea what Jazmine Harrison has against me to make her slander me like that, but I say it now—I didn't even know about the rumors about Frank and Jazmine Harrison till this morning. And though I've seen them together on various occasions, I never suspected their relationship. After all, Jazmine Harrison is married to my cousin, and I won't dare to raise a finger against her. Her reputation is associated with my reputation, and my family's reputation. She is my sister-in-law, my family. I would never tarnish her reputation. As for the audio, my true fans know it is entirely fake. I hope all my fans make a decision after finding the truth. Love, Caroline Anderson."

There were subtle hints of her trying to say that the Frank and Jazmine Harrison scandal was real. The post was instantly rushed with hundreds of responses, spiking up on social media sites and shade repeatively.

"If you say so, Caroline, we'll trust you."

"Everyone deserves a second chance, but we won't forgive if you are proven wrong."

"I trust my goddess. Listen carefully to the audio. Did you hear the voice? The voice of the person was identical to our goddess, but one could tell it was not the same gentle tone of Caroline Anderson. The audio is obviously fake."

"Jazmine Harrison is trying to divert people's attention towards Caroline Anderson and trying to hide her own scandal."

Caroline Anderson felt relieved after she read a series of positive comments. Even though she lost half of her fans, the half that remained was true to her. Even the subscribers' number slowly began to recover after her post.

"My fans are loyal to me. My fame can't be demolished by the likes of her. I want to see her face once she realizes that her efforts went to waste."

Unbeknownst to her, Jazmine Harrison was dealing with trouble far greater than her and didn't even have time to pay Caroline Anderson any mind. She walked with Lucian Smith and Emily Carrol into the restaurant. The police were already involved, and reporters were waiting outside. It was not a single murder that could be easily covered.

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It was a massive massacre.

Twenty men slaughtered brutally.

There was no way to cover it.

"President, you didn't have to come personally. I'm afraid the scene must be gruesome for you. And you've also just recovered from an injury. How about it? Emily Carrol and I inspect it?"

Lucian Smith had noticed that his President hadn't fully recovered yet. She was still a little weak.

"How could I not come? This restaurant is mine. The workers are my employees. Someone brutally killed my employees. How would I answer my conscience if I didn't come?"

Jazmine Harrison walked to the crime scene. Her eyes blurred as she watched the bloodbath in front of her. Forensic technicians were taking the samples and photographs.

The scene reminded her of that winter evening in her grandfather's garden where he was killed.

It was just like that evening.

Dozens of her grandfather's loyal guards were butchered ruthlessly.

"Are you alright, President?" Emily Carrol saw Jazmine Harrison staggering a little.

"Yes, just go ahead and find the Chief officer."

The chief officer was already waiting for Jazmine Harrison. She gave her statement and asked him to report to her on the progress of the case. When she stepped out of the restaurant, she was surrounded by reporters.

"Ms. Harrison, what do you think about the murder? Who do you suspect is behind it?"

"The audio released this morning clearly had Caroline Anderson's voice. She was found saying that she cleared the CCTV recording and no one will ever know what happened."

"Caroline Anderson claimed that the audio was fake. What do you say, President Harrison? Was it real or fake?"

"If it was real, could it be Ms. Anderson behind the massacre?"

"Would you testify against your sister-in-law in court?"

"What do you think was her motive behind it?"

The reporters were less ferocious than usual when dealing with Jazmine Harrison. By now, it was common knowledge among them that Jazmine Harrison had support from a massive force in Hong Kong.

As for whom—only a handful of senior reporters knew.

Jazmine Harrison didn't reply to a single question, unlike those who would have gladly taken the opportunity to slander their enemies. She walked straight towards her car as her bodyguards cleared the path.