Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

With a narrowed gaze, Nicole uttered, 'None of you know about my mental illness, do you?" At those words, a collective shiver
ran down everyone's spine.
There had been rumors circulating before about Nicole.
During the filming of a particular drama, she supposedly leaped from a six or seven-meter-high platform without any safety
measures, resulting in multiple fractures, as if she were possessed.
When questioned about why she jumped, she claimed to have heard someone calling her from below.
While there was no video evidence to support these claims, they lingered as hearsay, easily dismissed.
However, now that Nicole herself mentioned her mental illness, everyone immediately recalled this incident, sending chills down
their spines.
It was a clear warning, almost as if she were saying, "I have a mental illness, and even if I were to splash sulfuric acid on you, I'd
walk away unscathed.
Don't think I'm joking." Nicole's entrance into the call elevated the livestream to a whole new level, prompting a variety of voices
to surface in the flood of comments.
"If you’ re overly focused on relationships and gossip in the entertainment industry, you’l] end up nowhere." "Is she out of her
mind? Threatening someone so publicly?" "When someone confronts you like this, and you still don't go to the police, is it
because the person lacks evidence, or are they just making baseless accusations?" "People who harass others are being
reported to the police, so why wouldn't someone who's been harassed go to the authorities?" "The last person who went to the
police ended up in hot water." "If she goes to the police now, I'll believe her.
She’s constantly pulling these stunts online.
It seems she’s just cashing in on Leighton's popularity." "The bar for exposing scandals nowadays is so low, a few screenshots
are enough to spin a tale." The conversation was gradually veering from “Little Sweet Potato " initial expectations.
She appeared pale, panicked, clenching her fists, and grinding her teeth.
"Are you trying to scare me? I'm just a nobody.

If I hadn't been pushed to my limit, would I have dared to cross paths with someone like him?" "Forget about followers," Nicole
cut in, "If today's harasser wasn't someone like him, would you have let it slide? Do we really need to consider the perpetrator's
status when seeking justice?" "You mentioned Leighton didn't just harass you.
If he dared to harass you and then had the nerve to contact you on WhatsApp, leaving behind evidence, I refuse to believe that
no one captured evidence of him harassing women! If you can't find it, I'll offer a million to anyone who can provide concrete
evidence of Leighton's sexual harassment.
Contact my studio for the reward." Listening from the sidelines, Leighton couldn't help but interject, " You're so naive! I didn't
send that! I don't even know her!" "You moron! Don't interrupt me!" Nicole snapped at him before turning to the camera, her gaze
cold and piercing, as if she were peering through the lens into someone's soul.
She spoke slowly and deliberately, "I'm making it clear today.
If Leighton has indeed committed a crime, I'll not only hand him over, but I'll also apologize and retire from the industry for
misjudging someone." Leighton paused for a moment, then looked sharply at her.
Nicole abruptly ended the livestream.
Leighton gazed at the disheveled woman beside him, devoid of any leading lady persona, his expression complex.
"Do you...
do you really trust me that much?" he inquired.
Nicole yawned lazily, casting him a sidelong glance.
"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Rebellious, Leighton replied, "Lies." Nicole smirked.
"You're my boyfriend.
If I don't trust you, should I trust a stranger?" Leighton hesitated for a moment, but realizing it was a lie, his expression darkened
again, his face stiff.
"Then what's the truth?" "The truth is," Nicole said casually, "Would a dirty old man get so angry at being glanced at and curse
me? He should turn around and give me a good look, right?" Leighton was speechless.