Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 629: The More Photos, the Better!

As the camera flashes intensified and grew more blinding, Autumn secretly felt thrilled—keep shooting! The more they filmed her, the happier she got.

She was the one seen as the victim here.

Aurora’s supporters were all powerful people. Autumn, on the other hand, was just a small-time actress with no connections at all.

People would naturally sympathize with her.

"I’m innocent... sob... please, someone help me! Is anyone going to help me? I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t want this..."

Autumn’s desperate cries made some of the onlookers shake their heads in pity. Watching the police car speed away, the reporters finally stopped filming.

"Who knows if Autumn’s telling the truth or not."

"Yeah, it’s hard to say these days. The industry’s a mess. So many celebs pretend to be pure but are actually selling themselves."

"True. But real or not, Autumn does seem pitiful. She’s signed with LXL, while Aurora’s thriving and she’s heading to jail..."

"If what Autumn said is true... not even God could get her out of jail."

"It’s such a shame. So young, so beautiful, and now she’s going to prison..."

While the reporters and crowd whispered among themselves, one female reporter had a cold smile on her face.

She was the one who bought the maid’s recording.

Her name was Brooklyn. She paid 50,000 yuan for that recording. Her editor told her to stay on this story—if she landed an exclusive scoop, the bonus would be huge.

Brooklyn wasn’t in a rush to publish it. She wanted to wait until everyone was fully sympathizing with Autumn—then she’d release the recording. That way, the backlash would be massive.

Everyone who felt bad for Autumn would feel duped, and her reputation would take an even bigger hit. It’d be a win for the newspaper too.

Autumn was taken away. Videos of her crying and acting pitiful spread across Twitter and other platforms.

Aurora scrolled through her feed and saw new waves of hate piling up under her posts. She shook her head.

"These bandwagon haters are exhausting." Frustrated, she tossed the iPad aside—just as her phone started ringing. It was Alexander.

Aurora frowned. She didn’t want to talk to him. But thinking about the years they’d spent together, her heart softened a little.

She didn’t want to be cold. She wasn’t getting back with him, but staying on civil terms seemed okay.

"Alexander?"

"Yeah, it’s me. Aurora, are you okay? I just saw that video today. What the hell happened?"

Alexander sounded genuinely worried—he wasn’t one to fake emotions—but Aurora felt nothing.

It had been a whole day and night, and only now he was reaching out?

If Everett hadn’t shown up, she might’ve died... and Alexander would’ve been the last to find out?

"I’m fine. Thanks for checking in." Her voice turned noticeably cooler.

She felt a bit bitter. Did Alexander really love her? All this had happened, it was all over the internet, and he was just now finding out?

"I’ve been working overtime, cramming to meet deadlines. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner..." His voice carried guilt, and Aurora’s heart sank a little.

She remembered—before they broke up, before Everett—Alexander had always been grinding, working late, saving for a home.

He wasn’t a bad guy. So why... didn’t she feel like going back to him?

Maybe because he didn’t trust her. That one night, when she met Mr. Isaiah, he crushed every last bit of hope she had in him.

"I’m really fine. You focus on work. Take care of yourself," she said softly.

"Give me twenty days. I’ll handle my mom and Peyton. I swear!"

He was still trying.

Aurora forced a bitter smile. "Alexander... even if you do, it doesn’t mean we’ll get back together. We’re not who we were anymore."

"Don’t be silly. You’ll never know unless you try. I gotta go—my mom’s calling. Don’t overthink, stay healthy, okay? Bye!"

He hung up in a rush—just as fast as he called. Aurora was left with a strange emptiness.

But this time, she didn’t feel as crushed as she used to.

"Let me guess—Alexander again?"

Eleanor walked over and asked casually when she saw Aurora staring off blankly.

Aurora nodded, sadness flickering across her face. "We knew each other for nine years. Dated for seven. And now it feels like all of that was just a dream. Like none of it was ever real."

Eleanor patted her shoulder. "Enough thinking. The police called. They want you to come in and give a statement."

Aurora nodded and refreshed Twitter. A whole new wave of brainless hate comments had popped up.

"This industry’s sick. Power crushes everything. Autumn’s just a casualty."

"Autumn didn’t have the right connections—of course she lost!"

"Sure, she’s not as talented, but she’s gorgeous! You didn’t have to throw her in jail out of jealousy!"

"You’re the worst kind of woman, Aurora!" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You slept your way to the top and got Autumn ruined!"

"Autumn’s lost everything. Did you really have to go that far?"

Aurora was speechless.

Eleanor took her iPad. "Stop reading that garbage. Don’t let it get to you. The truth speaks for itself."

Aurora nodded, stood up, and went to change. She needed a disguise for the police station—she didn’t want reporters or fans to recognize her.

Eric had already sent six bodyguards to protect her. He wasn’t taking any risks.

Ella called to check in too. Once she heard Aurora was doing okay, she relaxed.

The trip to the station went smoothly. Aurora was out within half an hour and even signed autographs for two female officers.

Back home, she refreshed Twitter again—still flooded with hate. There was some support, but it was drowned out.

She didn’t bother replying. What frustrated her most was Autumn’s cunning. How could she even fight back?

Dominic was freaking out. He and Eleanor quietly discussed calling Everett—maybe he could tell them who filmed the video.

A witness could clear Aurora’s name once and for all.

Eleanor frowned. "Let’s hold off for now. We still don’t know who filmed it. Besides... if Everett really loves Aurora, he won’t let her take the fall for this."

Eleanor truly believed Everett loved Aurora.

Why else would a billionaire CEO from a powerful Y-country family come all the way to some no-name place to find her?

If he just wanted a fling, he’d hit a club. Why cross mountains for one woman?