Chapter 5 Passionate Scene

A swarm of reporters surged out from behind the flower wall like a tidal wave, their camera flashes going off wildly, lighting up the secluded area as if it were broad daylight.

Lyanna stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

Her lips trembled, and it took her a moment to stammer out, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The reporters, however, gave her no respite, pressing in closer.

"But we just heard you admit to killing your father. Isn't that true?" one reporter, eyes sharp as an eagle's, locked onto Lyanna, thrusting a microphone towards her face.

"Yeah, Ms. Smith, if that's true, doesn't it prove you committed premeditated murder?" another reporter fired off, his words like arrows.

"I remember, Ms. Smith, you're not the true heir of the Smith family, right? Did you kill Mr. Smith to fight for the inheritance?" Yet another reporter pushed forward, each question more piercing than the last, bombarding Lyanna like a relentless barrage, the circle around her tightening, pushing her to the brink.

Just then, Hugo appeared like a knight in shining armor.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, he stormed in front of Lyanna, spreading his arms wide to shield her with his body.

He glared at the crowd, his voice booming with authority, "Back off! Lyanna is my wife. If you have any questions, come at me."

His voice echoed around them, carrying an undeniable command.

Amelia's lips curled into a slight smile, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"I thought Hugo was just a spoiled playboy, but it seems he can be useful in a pinch," Amelia remarked, swaying her hips as she stepped forward, raising her voice, "Mr. Graves, you claim to protect her. Are you ready to take the fall for her?"

Hugo finally turned his gaze from the reporters to Amelia, his brow furrowing in disgust. "And who are you?"

Amelia lifted her chin slightly, her long fingers twirling a strand of her hair. "Me? I'm Barry's daughter, the true heir of the Smith family."

Hugo snorted, his face full of disdain. "So it's you. You ran off with some lowlife man back then. Your father was gravely ill, the Smith Group was in crisis, and Lyanna couldn't reach you no matter how many times she called. Now your father is dead, the Smith Group is saved, and you want to come back and claim it. And you accuse Lyanna of killing your father? What a joke."

Amelia laughed lightly as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. "So that's what she told you. She also said I was crazy. Which part is true?"

Hugo's eyes widened in anger. He stood firmly in front of Lyanna, speaking without hesitation, "Stop causing trouble. I'm telling you, as long as I'm here, you won't bully her."

His righteous stance was truly moving.

Unfortunately, the person he was so valiantly protecting was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Amelia smiled slyly, "So romantic. What if I told you she betrayed you behind your back?"

Lyanna's face turned ashen, a flicker of panic and guilt in her eyes.

Hugo was taken aback, instinctively replying, "That's impossible."

Amelia's smile widened with satisfaction. She clapped her hands, and suddenly, the quiet screen in the hall lit up.

The sounds of sex filled the room, spreading throughout the hotel.

The guests turned towards the noise, gasping in shock.

"Isn't that Lyanna?" someone exclaimed.

All eyes turned to the screen, and gasps of disbelief echoed through the hall.

"Oh my God, this is horrifying. How could Lyanna do such a thing?"

"This is so humiliating."

The shocked murmurs grew louder.

People wanted to look but were too embarrassed, some covering their eyes, others staring in disbelief, the hall descending into chaos.

Lyanna felt as if her soul had been sucked out. She stumbled forward, and with just one glance, her face turned deathly pale.

On the huge screen, an explicit scene played out.

She was wearing lingerie, nearly naked, straddling a broad-shouldered man.

She moved wildly, her moans filling the room, mixed with obscene words.

The man's mocking voice was clear. "Lyanna, no matter how much we have sex, it's never enough. Is Mr. Graves not satisfying you?"

Lyanna's response was even more shocking. "Hugo? That useless loser, he's been drained by booze and women. He can't last three minutes. His parents told him not to touch me, and he actually listened. Unlike you, you're so wild."

Her fingers traced the man's chest seductively.

The man, aroused, switched positions, and more explicit sounds filled the room.

Lyanna snapped out of it, trying to block the screen with her body.

But the screen was too large for her to cover alone.

She could only shout desperately, "No, it's not like that. Let me explain."

Amelia crossed her arms, watching coldly, mocking, "The video is so clear. What more is there to explain?"

Lyanna roared like a trapped animal, "It's you, you set me up!"

At that moment, someone in the crowd pointed to a corner, shouting, "Isn't that the man from the video?"

Everyone turned to look, and there he was, cowering in the corner, the man from the video.

"It's really him. How dare he show up here."

Hugo turned, his pale face flushing red with rage.

He pointed at the man, like a volcano about to erupt, "Get him! Now!"

The man, terrified, tried to flee but was quickly caught by the bodyguards and brought over.

Realizing he couldn't escape, he clung to Hugo's leg, crying and begging, "Mr. Graves, I'm innocent. It's all here, she forced me."

He pointed at Lyanna.

Lyanna's face was as white as a sheet, stammering, "It's not like that, Hugo, let me explain."

She reached out to grab Hugo's hand, but he shoved her away.

Hugo's eyes were bloodshot, seething with anger, "I treated you so well. My parents didn't approve, but I insisted on marrying you, and this is how you repay me! We're done! From today on, we're finished. Don't come to me about the Smith family!"