Chapter 3 - The Instant Broadcast
"Julian, baby, listen to me, she provoked me!" Chloe shrieked, taking a desperate step forward on her high heels. "She ruined our floral arrangements!"
"Shut up, Chloe," Julian commanded, his voice dropping into a sub-zero tone that instantly cut off her frantic explanation.
Eleanor didn't waste another second arguing; her thumb tapped the bright blue share icon on her smartphone screen with practiced precision.
Within four seconds, the high-definition audio recording was uploaded directly to the private social network hub of New York's elite elite council.
Across the estate lawn, smartphones began buzzing and chiming simultaneously in the pockets of senators, CEO founders, and high-fashion journalists.
Gasps of horror erupted across the outdoor venue as guests listened to Chloe’s cruel, high-pitched voice mocking an elderly woman.
Chloe pulled her own phone from her designer handbag, her eyes widening in horror as she saw her reputation burning to ashes in real-time.
"You crazy old hag! You just ruined my wedding day!" Chloe screamed, her refined facade shattering into pure, unhinged fury.
"No, Chloe," Julian corrected, taking off his grey suit jacket to place it protectively over his mother's soaked, shivering shoulders.
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"You ruined it yourself the moment you treated my mother like trash," Julian declared, stepping back toward Eleanor.
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