Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

“Lindnita Agency, we’re waiting for a response!”

And to add insult to injury, misfortune never comes alone.

Before nightfall, a video emerged featuring an interview with one of Emperor Hotel’s managers.

According to this manager, things were vastly different from what Lindsey described.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’m a manager at Emperor Hotel.

I can confirm that there was no engagement party held last night at our hotel, so Miss Stewart must have taken those pictures elsewhere.

It would be best for everyone if she stopped fabricating stories while trying to prove her innocence.

”

The video dealt a heavy blow to Lindsey.

Online condemnations of her lie grew even louder.

“Climb down from your pedestal, faker! Playing innocent while messing around with your talent and trying to cover your tracks?”

“And Lindsey claims to have a boyfriend? Talk about being played for a fool.

”

“I heard Lindsey blew all the money she robbed from Sumner on her little boy toy… Utterly disgraceful!”

“Ban her!”

The staff of Star Search also joined in, applying additional pressure.

They demanded Lindsey provide a complete explanation publicly or risk Sumner and Xiomara being excluded from the third episode.

Any resulting harm would fall squarely on Lindsey’s and her agency’s shoulders.

Lindsey could barely handle the chaos unfolding all at once, and a headache kicked in.

The interview with the manager of the Emperor Hotel got her so riled up that her hair was nearly ready to jump off her head in protest.

It was a blatant lie! This video was released obviously to shift all the criticism onto her.

She’d never tolerate bullying or let anyone rule over her.

If something happened, she wouldn’t ignore it; she’d seek clarity until she got it.

With this resolve, Lindsey set aside all other commitments and headed straight to the Emperor Hotel.

Upon reaching the hotel lobby, she immediately sought to engage the front desk staff in a discussion, aiming for a diplomatic resolution.

However, the receptionist seemed disinterested in engaging meaningfully.

“I need to speak with the manager who gave that interview.

I demand a face-to-face conversation and access to last night’s surveillance footage from the banquet hall on the top floor!” Lindsey said insistently, her demeanor unwavering and resolute.

“Do you think you’re entitled to see our hotel’s surveillance footage? As for this ‘manager who gave that interview’, I have no clue who you’re referring to.

If this is all you came for, I suggest you leave at once.

Stirring up trouble will get you nowhere here.

Are you unaware of who runs the Emperor Hotel?” The receptionist said, her tone dismissive and condescending, clearly showing no intention of assisting Lindsey.

She had been instructed to be uncooperative with any woman fitting Lindsey’s description who might come looking for answers, thus she was merely following orders.

Despite Lindsey’s attempts to reason further, the receptionist had already made up her mind.

With a scowl, she quickly dialed security, and within moments, a group of guards swarmed in, forcibly removing Lindsey from the premises.

“Release me! Unhand me!”

But the guards were unyielding.

Lindsey struggled briefly before being overpowered; she was briskly escorted out of the hotel, only to find herself staring at the closed glass doors.