After the Eight Years of Love I Gave Up
Chapter 36

Love Story4 - Chapter 5

I saw Daniel striding towards me, his face full of contempt and disgust: "I never thought you were this kind of woman, willing to do anything for money!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity: "Daniel, if you're sick, I suggest you go to the hospital."

Daniel sneered, "Amara, I admit I broke up with you because of your poor family background, but you didn't have to stoop so low as to become someone's mistress."

"What mistress? Do you want me to sue you for defamation?" I retorted angrily.

Daniel saw my work badge and laughed even more contemptuously: "Mr. Hart is old enough to be your father, and you're so shameless as to use this method to get a job. Amara, I was blind to have ever liked you." ???

After he said this, he turned and left.

The surrounding colleagues whispered even more.

At this moment, a female colleague about my age walked up to me, picked up the water glass on the table, and splashed it in my face.

"I despise people like you the most, who get jobs without any real effort. And you were even a model student? How disgusting!" she said.

I immediately grabbed her hand: "You've splashed me and insulted me. What gives you the right to judge me?"

The female colleague shook off my hand with disgust: "It's all over the internet now. Just open it and you'll see." After saying this, she left too.

Other colleagues were unwilling to talk to me and also left.

I took out my phone, and the top trending headline was an article titled "Service Quality at Popular Restaurant Doesn't Match Its Positioning".

The author of this article was Cara, who had twisted the events of yesterday, writing a completely distorted version, along with several photos of me. The first comment below was: "Author, is it this woman?"

attached with a picture of my uncle Hart coming to the restaurant and patting my shoulder, and another of me walking into the hotel with uncle Hart. Following that were trolls insulting me, and even my high school and college affairs were dug up.

Uncle Hart's identity was also exposed.

The narrative quickly shifted to "The Promotion Path of a Waitress".

In this internet age, it only takes a few pictures and some fabricated text to ruin a girl's reputation.

No wonder when I came to report to the company today, these people looked at me strangely.

So that's how it is.

This matter was quickly known to my dad, who was so angry that he wanted to publicly reveal my identity.

I quickly refused on my phone.

After all, the best part is yet to come.