My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 240 The Fight

On the other hand, Bella, who had just had her wounds treated, was lying on her bed and instantly

exploded with anger when she saw that double photo of Camille and Jocelyn on Weibo.

She was convinced that it was definitely not that simple, and even more convinced that it was all a

deliberate illusion created by Jocelyn to save her reputation.

As for that Camille, she must have taken money from Jocelyn, she concluded that this must be the

case.

So, she immediately called the hacker, "Immediately screenshot the information of Camille from the

household registration system and release it in its original form!"

There was a quick yes.

About half an hour later, Bella, as expected, saw a screenshot of the complete version of the household

registration information system on Camille, posted by a marketing number.

She clicked on the comments section with anticipation, thinking to herself that it would dawn on the

netizens now.

Some, however, did not go as planned.

"I believe the hell out of you, you lousy marketing number, it's bad."

"Come on, rumour mongering to fix Jocelyn, go to hell."

"Has Jocelyn offended a psychopath? Non-stop with fake pictures to start rumor."

Instead of believing it, everyone helped Jocelyn scold her, which was something Bella had not

expected at all.

Those harsh words almost drove her mad!

"Ah!!!!" Bella yelled in displeasure before viciously dropping her phone to the side.

Now that public opinion is clearly already biased towards Jocelyn's side, no matter what she does,

people won't believe her.

She was really getting angry, why didn't anyone want to believe the truth when she broke the story?

She knew that no matter what she did next, public opinion would no longer believe her.

Jocelyn’s move was so good that everyone must have been preconceived that there was really nothing

wrong between the couple.

No one would have thought that someone could do something as intimate as being with his mistress in

order to save his own reputation.

Even if she is holding something important in her hands, she can only watch as public opinion is

manipulated by Jocelyn, because no one will believe her.

Once again, she lost this encounter.

Not only did she not embarrass Jocelyn much, but she even made herself hurt worse, and she was so

annoyed.

The pain in her body was so severe that the flame of anger in Bella's heart grew hotter and hotter.

These pains were a constant reminder of how Camille had treated her in Jocelyn's ward just now, when

she herself was there.

"Camille ...... you're dead too!" Bella gritted her teeth.

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On the other hand, in Gloria's ward, Sara and Gloria had also seen the Weibo post, about Jocelyn's

photo with Camille, and the comments from netizens. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

As they watched this, the two's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"That Camille is not Noah's sister at all, there is proof of that, I didn't expect Jocelyn to think of using

such a way to maintain her decency." Gloria snorted coldly.

"I'm trusting my own instincts more and more now, that husband of hers is definitely a double,

otherwise there's no way she could have managed to be in the picture as her mistress, or even kissed."

Gloria had an unwavering look on her face, her eyes full of intrigue and calculation.

Sara snorted coldly, "Is it possible that Bella's information was wrong? In fact, that Camille and him are

really brother and sister?"

"Impossible, Bella is impossible to get it wrong ...... but now, no matter wrong or right, it's useless, this

method of Jocelyn's is too good, even if, more news against her husband appears, no one will believe

it." Gloria said coldly.

"What a bitch." Sara gritted her teeth and clenched her hands into fists, "I thought that I would be able

to watch this girl being laughed at every day, but to my surprise, it didn't go as planned."

Just thinking about it made Sara feel uncomfortable.

This time, the scales of fate seem to be tilted towards Jocelyn again.

"It doesn't matter, we still have plenty of chances to bring her down." The curve of Gloria's mouth grew

colder and colder, "As long as I don't die, there's no way Jocelyn will be able to live in peace for one

day."

"Bella must be furious now, you can go to her ward later and say something to add her hatred of

Jocelyn." Sara smiled wickedly.

"Okay." Gloria followed suit with a wicked grin.

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Camille sat in Jocelyn's hospital room for a while before leaving.

Walking out of the inpatient wing, she then got into a flashy, rose-coloured Lamborghini.

She then started the car, backed it out sharply, stepped on the accelerator and whizzed all the way out

of the hospital.

The luxurious sports car is very stylish and attracts many eyes along the way.

It was still early and she planned to go to the bar.

So she accelerated and went straight to Lost Bar.

There was no more parking space at the door, so after searching for it, she parked her car in the

underground car park.

As soon as she got out of the car, six cars drove in quickly.

The blinding light hit her straight on, causing her to squint subconsciously.

Soon, six cars were parked around her.

The car still had its headlights on, and she struggled to see past the light, but could barely make out

anything, except that she could vaguely see that each car seemed to be filled with men in suits.

It was clear to her that the other side was coming from a bad intention.

She knew better who had actually sent them.

Since her return to the country, she has not offended anyone else except that Bella.

Soon, the headlights of the six cars went out en masse.

Two dozen young men in suits stepped out of the car.

Each of them had telescopic sticks in their hands and a grim murderous look on their faces.

However, Bella was not at all afraid.

She remains calm and collected.

"Brothers, let's go! Hit her to death!" A young man waved his hand towards everyone, before flinging

the telescopic stick in his hand.

The others also flung away the telescopic sticks they were holding, and then swarmed towards Camille

collectively.

Camille remained unperturbed as she naturally blew a cold breath towards her head.

Her bangs are blown up and then down.

She then rolled up her sleeves and began to wrangle two dozen men.

Her body, sensitive as if she were a swallow, was unable to be caught no matter how much her

opponent tried.

After a short minute, the men began to fall to the ground one by one, crying out in pain.

Camille did not let her guard down, picking up the telescopic stick on the ground and continuing to

wrestle with the remaining men, each move as perfect as a well-made action film, not only ornamental

but also hitting the nail on the head.