Ch. 379: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 379

Chapter 379

Bianca’s face changed instantly, overwhelmed by the hostility of the crowd.

She had endured public disgrace before, but this time was different—this time, she was being openly condemned. The hostility in the eyes of the people around her was unmistakable.

The host tried to maintain order. “Bianca is here for the first time. Don’t believe everything you read online. Spreading baseless rumors is unfair to her...”

“No smoke without fire! If she didn’t do anything wrong, why would people be talking about her? Concerned netizens have been tracking Bianca’s movements, and her actions are highly suspicious. We should call for a police investigation. Artists with questionable reputations have no place in the public eye!”

“Everyone, please calm down,” the host urged. “If Bianca had really done something wrong, she wouldn’t be here...”

But the audience wasn’t listening. Their hatred for Bianca boiled over. Objects started flying through the air, hurled directly at her.

“Ahh…!”

The staff rushed in to shield Bianca and escort her away, but the furious crowd refused to back down.

“The recent murder case has put everyone on edge! If Bianca is involved, she’s not just a bad person—she’s a monster! A snake! I’m speaking on behalf of every woman out there! If someone like her can continue acting and making money in this industry, who will stand up for the victim?”

Their words struck a nerve. More voices joined in, rallying together.

“Bianca, get off the stage!”

“Bianca, get off the stage!”

For the first time, Bianca truly feared the wrath of the public. Their hatred was suffocating, their fury relentless.

She was done for.

Even if she wasn’t in prison, even if no solid evidence pointed to her, the court of public opinion had already sentenced her to death.

She was supposed to be a glamorous, untouchable star. How had she fallen so low?

Backstage, Bianca was trembling, her hands shaking as she clutched her arms. The impact of the thrown objects had left her bruised and battered.

“Ms. Lynch, are you alright?” one of the event organizers asked, looking at her with a mix of concern and frustration.

Bianca was still reeling from the humiliation. But instead of comforting her, the organizer shoved her aside, furious. “This is the person you invited? Look at her—she’s been pelted with garbage! How are we supposed to let her continue? This is a disaster!”

Bianca’s eyes widened. Even the organizers were treating her like a liability now. Though they were frustrated, they still tried to be diplomatic. “Ms. Lynch, we didn’t anticipate this reaction. We’ll cover your medical expenses, but you can’t participate any further.”

They didn’t want their event to turn into a scandal.

Bianca was stunned. “You’re canceling my appearance? Just like that?” Her voice trembled with disbelief. “I’m busy! You invited me here, and now you’re telling me to leave? You’re wasting my time!”

“We’re sorry, Ms. Lynch.”

The apology did nothing to soothe her embarrassment. But realizing she couldn’t argue her way back in, she stormed off to the lounge.

The moment she got inside, she lost it. She trashed the room, throwing anything she could get her hands on.

“Norah!” Bianca seethed through gritted teeth. “You destroyed me! I’ll never forgive you!”

A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the door.

The organizer’s voice came through. “Ms. Lynch, please vacate the lounge. Others need to use it.”

Cleo, Bianca’s assistant, snapped, “What’s the rush? She’s obviously leaving soon!”

She hurriedly gathered Bianca’s things.

Tears welled in Bianca’s eyes, but her expression remained cold. She wasn’t ready to give up—not yet. She had clawed her way into the industry, and if she wanted to remain untouchable, she couldn’t afford to surrender.

Another knock at the door.

Irritated, Cleo yanked it open. “What’s the—”

She stopped mid-sentence. Standing outside were Kevin’s men.

A spark of hope flickered in Cleo’s eyes. “Ms. Lynch...”

Bianca had been drowning in despair, but the sight of Kevin’s people sent a jolt of relief through her. Wiping away her tears, she rushed forward. “Kevin... Does he want to see me?” she asked eagerly, standing at the doorway.

This was her last lifeline. If Kevin was still willing to help her, then she wasn’t finished.

“Ms. Lynch, let’s go.”

“Yes! I knew Kevin wouldn’t abandon me. He still cares. I’ll see him now!” Bianca declared, clinging to the belief that Kevin had never truly left her behind.

She convinced herself once again—just like every other time—that Kevin still cared.

Without hesitation, she followed them.

The car ride was eerily silent. Bianca had questions, but none of them were answered. It didn’t matter. As long as she could see Kevin, nothing else was important.

Her obsession with him ran deep.

But this time, luck wasn’t on her side.

When the car finally stopped, Bianca looked around. They had taken her to a remote location, surrounded by mountains. The eerie silence unsettled her.

Before she could process her surroundings, she was suddenly shoved out of the vehicle.

“What the hell?! Be careful with me! I’m Kevin’s fiancée! You have no idea what you’re doing—”

Before she could finish, rough hands grabbed her, and ropes were tightened around her wrists.

“What are you doing?!” Bianca thrashed against their grip. “Let me go!”

One of Kevin’s men leaned in, voice cold. “Ms. Lynch, if you want to stay alive a little longer, shut up.”

Bianca’s eyes widened in fear.

She was blindfolded and forced deeper into the forest. Panic surged through her, but she kept telling herself that Kevin wouldn’t hurt her. He had released her from prison—he must still care.

She clung to that belief, even as sharp branches scratched her legs, tearing through her skin.

Her body ached. The cold air bit at her exposed wounds. She had never suffered like this before.

And then, suddenly—

She was shoved again.

“Agh!”

She hit the ground hard, pain shooting through her limbs. The impact scraped her knees, blood trickling down.

Then, the blindfold was yanked off.

Bianca blinked against the sudden brightness, her vision adjusting. And then, she saw him.

Kevin sat before her, his presence imposing, his gaze colder than she had ever seen it.

He looked at her with complete indifference, his expression unreadable.

Bianca felt a wave of fear wash over her.

Still, she clung to hope. She crawled toward him, grabbing onto his pant leg, pleading. “Kevin, they were too rough with me! Look at my legs—they’re bleeding! I’m your fiancée! You can’t let them treat me like this! Punish them!”

She had always seen Kevin as her last refuge. No matter what happened, he had always been there.

But this time was different.

There was no warmth in his eyes—only a chilling, bloodthirsty glint.

His gaze flicked down at her hands clutching his pants.

And with pure disgust, he kicked her away.

Bianca gasped, stunned.

Kevin had never treated her like this before.

For the first time, she realized—

She was truly alone.