"Mr. Bright, knowing Maeve as you do, do you really think she would lie about something like this?"
Benjamin wanted to say that given Maeve's abilities, it was far more likely she had orchestrated tossing Nevaeh into Donovan's bed.
But considering Donovan Yarrow's identity, Benjamin quickly put the pieces together.
If Maeve provoked Donovan, it had to be to investigate what happened all those years ago.
Nevaeh was just a convenient tool she had used.
As for Maeve actually suffering at Donovan's hands? That was practically impossible.
Maeve was always the one doing the bullying.
Who in their right mind would have a death wish and dare to mess with a little demon like Maeve?
Andres bringing this up right in front of him was just a calculated move to borrow his hand to teach Nevaeh a lesson.
A sharp, resonant slap echoed as Benjamin's hand struck Nevaeh's face with brutal force.
Benjamin issued a chilling warning.
"In my heart, Maeve is my own sister."
"Targeting her is no different from digging your own grave."
"This slap is a warning."
"If there's a next time, I'll make you disappear from the entertainment industry forever."
Benjamin held absolutely nothing back with that strike.
In the blink of an eye, Nevaeh's cheek swelled violently, a thin trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Clutching her face, she nodded in absolute terror.
"I understand, Mr. Bright. I swear it will never happen again."
Nevaeh was a massive celebrity.
Getting slapped out of nowhere in such a public place inevitably drew the stares and whispers of onlookers.
She was utterly humiliated, but she didn't dare breathe a single word of protest.
Whether it was the deeply connected Andres White or the ruthless Benjamin Bright, they were both titans she couldn't afford to offend.
She hated her own low status. Even as a top-tier star, she was nothing more than dirt beneath the shoes of these powerful men.

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