The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 700

Chapter 700: Chapter 700 Emily’s Downfall
So, he decided to publicly express his stance online, which would undoubtedly embarrass the investor. Even without naming Emily directly, he pointed out that someone had been parachuted into the film.

Earlier, when one of Hera’s fans speculated that it was Emily, and he simply confirmed it with this statement—without a hint of concern.

After all, he wasn’t the one who started this mess, and he had to prioritize his staff and his own well-being. Their livelihood depended on this film.

The UE and SOE shared Hera’s post and Director Nick’s on their official pages, making their stance crystal clear. Seeing how much attention Emily’s actions had drawn—and how they had even humiliated him—the investor had no choice but to take notice.

Although Director Nick never mentioned any names, those in their industry circle already knew the truth: the investor had poured money into Nick’s film, becoming its biggest backer, solely to secure a role for his lover, Emily, while hoping to profit from it.

Not only was he being humiliated on a national scale, but he was also being kicked out as an investor—and he couldn’t understand why. Without his funding, the remaining smaller investors wouldn’t have nearly enough to even start filming.

This project required a massive budget, including expenses for car props and renting entire streets—or even sections of the city—for filming. The goal was to create a masterpiece worthy of nomination at the Zoren Film Festival and the Oscars.

When he first heard about the film, he immediately called dibs on investing, knowing he could earn ten times his initial stake. After all, Director Nick’s films were always a guaranteed success, thanks to their strong scripts and top-tier production quality. But who would have thought that, because of his actions, he would be unceremoniously kicked out by Director Nick—without a second thought for his reputation?

Emily had been smugly scrolling through her phone, enjoying the public backlash against Hera, as she lounged beside her sugar daddy—the so-called investor.

But after a few moments, her face had turned deathly pale. She had no idea where things had gone wrong or how Hera had managed to obtain that evidence. Panic surged through her as she immediately contacted the person she had bribed to delete the audition footage.

[Emily: What the fuck is this?! I paid you to delete the footage, and this is what I get? Did you double-cross me? How much did Hera pay you?!]

[Noname: FUCK YOU! You still have the nerve to contact me?! I just lost my job, and now I have to pay a breach-of-contract fine for deleting and leaking the footage—on top of tarnishing the production team’s name! The liquidated damages alone will take me years to repay! This is all your fault for threatening me with your position and that sugar daddy of yours! I’m going to sue you for this and make you pay every cent of the damages they’re charging me. Just you wait!]

As Emily read the messages, her face twisted in horror. Before she could utter a single word, she was suddenly shoved to the ground. A sharp, stinging slap landed across her face, leaving her stunned.

The numbing pain spread across her cheek, and her disheveled appearance made her look like a madwoman. Her once-sexy lingerie now seemed ridiculous—like a clown’s costume.

Standing over her, the person who had struck her was heaving with rage, their eyes red-rimmed with fury as they glared down at her.

“You’re a damn jinx! Because of you, I wasn’t just humiliated in my circle—I was kicked off the investors’ list by Director Nick!” he roared, his grip tightening around his phone, the screen glaring with the notification that his investment had been refunded.

His vision darkened with rage. Before Emily could react, a brutal kick landed squarely in her stomach, sending her flying several feet across the room. A sharp, searing pain shot through her lower ribs, making it agonizing to breathe. She clutched her abdomen, gasping for air, but her sugar daddy wasn’t done yet.

He grabbed her by the hair and unleashed a flurry of slaps across her face. Each strike left her vision spinning, her skin swelling until her once-delicate features were barely recognizable. Her body curled in on itself, trembling on the floor, but that didn’t stop him. He continued kicking her, his fury unrelenting.

Even when she could no longer scream—and when she could barely move—he only stopped when he noticed a dark pool of blood spreading between her thighs.

The investor stiffened, stumbling back as his eyes widened in shock. “W-Why are you bleeding from there?” His voice trembled as he shook his head in denial. “No, no… this can’t be! I will not have a child with you, you wretched slut!”

Rage twisted his features the moment realization dawned—Emily had been hiding her pregnancy, plotting to trap him into marriage and force him to divorce his wife. The thought sent his fury spiraling out of control.

Had she been playing him all along?

Acting obedient while secretly scheming against him?

Blinded by anger, he lashed out again, driving vicious kicks into Emily’s stomach. Her body curled inward with each impact, but he showed no mercy. Only when he was out of breath did he finally stagger away from the hotel room.

Spotting his bodyguard standing at the door, he snarled, “Take her to the hospital—but make sure she doesn’t make a scene. Crush her before she can say a word.”

A fleeting sense of relief washed over Emily, but it was quickly overshadowed by the creeping numbness consuming her body. She was on the verge of passing out, yet she could still feel it—the fragile life inside her slipping away.

“M-My baby…” she croaked, her voice barely more than a whisper. A stream of tears spilled from her eyes as the crimson pool beneath her grew, soaking into the carpet, dark and a pain in the eyes.

Her vision blurred, her body trembling, but one emotion burned through the pain—hatred. A deep, seething hatred surged within her, turning her gaze blood-red before everything faded to black.

After the bodyguard rushed Emily to the emergency room, passersby couldn’t help but notice her—a woman wrapped in nothing but a towel, drenched in blood. Shocked by the scene, someone snapped a photo and posted it on social media. Within moments, the internet erupted, and soon, her name was trending.

[#5 TRENDING!!! Emily spotted at the hospital—presumably suffered a miscarriage. The father? Her sugar daddy…]

Hera, scrolling through her phone, smiled widely. Of course, she and Sasha were the ones behind pushing Emily’s scandal into the spotlight.

Didn’t Emily want to be a trending topic? Hera had simply granted her wish.

Some might think she was being vindictive, that she had gone too far. And maybe she had—but sometimes, being ruthless was necessary. Kindness didn’t always fix problems. The idea that it could, as novels so often preached, was a lie.

If she had chosen mercy, her enemies would see it as either arrogance or weakness, twisting it to suit their narrative. No matter what she did, hatred would follow. So why not make sure her enemies never had the chance to rise again? It was far better to crush them completely than to give them another opportunity to strike.