Chapter 57: 1.2million People Watched Me With My Driver.

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: 1.2million People Watched Me With My Driver.

The morning was too quiet.

Flora was lying on her bed, the gentle sunlight was entering through the large glass windows, spreading warmth across the room. She had no particular reason to rush. For once, she wanted to take her time and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

Suddenly, her phone beeped.

She glanced in its direction but made no effort to pick it up.

"Not now," she muttered, closing her eyes again.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in," Flora called.

Grace opened the door and stepped inside, carrying a cup of freshly prepared coffee.

"Good morning, ma," she greeted politely.

"Good morning, Grace."

Grace walked towards the bedside table and carefully placed the coffee on it.

"Your coffee, ma."

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome, ma."

Flora adjusted her position against the pillows and took a quick look around the room.

"Grace, could you bring me my phone? I think I left it somewhere around here."

"Certainly, ma."

Grace picked up the phone from the dressing table and handed it to her.

"Here you go, ma."

Flora collected it and unlocked the screen. Her eyes immediately caught a WhatsApp notification from Andrew.

It was a video.

She frowned slightly.

"Andrew?" she muttered.

Why was he sending her videos so early in the morning?

She stared at the notification for a moment before shaking her head.

"I don’t have time for whatever game he is playing."

Without opening the video, she deleted the message.

She placed the phone beside her coffee and took a sip.

"Do you need anything else, ma?" Grace asked.

"No, Grace. You may leave."

"Alright, ma."

Grace turned and walked towards the door.

"Grace?"

She stopped immediately.

"Yes, ma?"

"Please tell Simon to get the car ready before 11:00 am."

"Certainly, ma."

Grace left, gently closing the door behind her.

Flora relaxed against the pillows again, completely unaware that the peaceful morning she had been enjoying was about to turn into something she would never forget.

A few minutes later, there was a loud bang on her bedroom door.

Flora did not flinch. She frowned.

"Who is that?"

Before she could get another response, the door opened.

Maya rushed inside, breathing heavily. Her hair was slightly disorganized, and her face carried an expression Flora could not immediately understand.

"Mum!"

Flora turned towards her, her voice now sharp and controlled.

"Maya? What is wrong with you? Have you forgotten how to knock?"

Maya ignored the question.

"So it’s true?"

Flora raised an eyebrow.

"What is true?"

Maya took a few steps forward, struggling to control her breathing.

"You are truly dating Simon?"

Flora stared at her daughter for several seconds.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked if you are dating Simon!"

Flora slowly placed her coffee on the bedside table, her eyes never leaving Maya.

"Maya, have you completely lost your manners recently? Why do you always find a way to turn every situation into a problem?"

"Mum, please don’t pretend you don’t understand what I’m talking about."

"Then explain yourself properly. You cannot just burst into my bedroom to throw questions at me."

Maya brought out her phone.

"Watch this video."

Flora looked at the phone in her daughter’s hand.

"What video?"

"The video everyone is talking about. It’s trending on YouTube, Mum. It already has about 1.2 million views in less than twenty-four hours!"

Flora’s expression changed slightly.

"Give me that phone."

Maya handed it to her.

Flora looked at the screen and pressed the play button.

The moment the video started playing, her entire body became tense.

Her eyes widened.

She watched without blinking, her fingers tightening around the phone.

It was a video of her and Simon.

The scenes showed them together, and the way the camera had captured their interaction made everything look like a romantic relationship.

Flora’s lips parted slightly.

"What?"

She watched until the video ended.

Then she played it again.

And again.

Her expression became darker with every second.

"Who recorded this?" she asked quietly, her voice dangerously low.

Flora continued staring at the screen.

She could hardly believe someone had recorded her private moments without her knowledge and uploaded them for millions of people to watch.

Her anger grew.

She had dealt with business scandals and people who thought they could control her life.

But this?

Someone had deliberately invaded her privacy and turned it into public entertainment.

"Mum, are you even listening to me?" Maya asked.

Flora slowly raised her head, her eyes cold now.

"What do you want me to say?"

Maya shook her head in disappointment.

"I am highly disappointed in you, Mum. I never imagined you would do something like this."

Flora’s eyes narrowed.

"Be careful with your words, Maya."

"Why? Because I’m telling you the truth? You have been behaving strangely, and now the entire internet is watching you and your driver like you’re some kind of entertainment!"

"Enough!"

Maya looked at her mother, surprised by the sudden firmness in her voice.

Flora stood up from the bed. She was no longer the woman relaxing in the morning. She was Flora, the billionaire.

"You don’t get to walk into my bedroom, raise your voice at me and dictate how I should live my life. I am still your mother, Maya. And I am still the owner of this house."

Maya shook her head.

"Honestly, I don’t even know what to say to you anymore."

She turned around, walked towards the door and slammed it behind her.

The sound echoed through the bedroom.

Flora remained still for a moment.

Then she slowly lowered her eyes to the phone.

Her anger was no longer something she could hide.

"Unbelievable," she whispered.

She picked up her own phone, searched for Andrew’s contact and immediately dialled his number.

It rang twice before he answered.

"Good morning, Flora."

"Are you happy now?"

There was a brief silence.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Andrew. Are you happy now?"

Andrew chuckled lightly.

"Flora, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"Stop pretending! You sent me that video this morning, didn’t you?"

"Oh, that video?"

Flora laughed bitterly.

"Of course. You have finally succeeded in getting what you wanted."

"Flora, calm down. I think we should—"

"No! You listen to me, Andrew. I have tolerated enough from you people. You think you can keep interfering in my life, manipulating situations and embarrassing me whenever you want?"

"You’re getting the wrong impression. I only wanted you to see what was happening."

"Save your explanation. It’s time for me to reply to you."

"Flora, wait. What exactly do you intend to—"

She ended the call before he could finish speaking.

For several seconds, she stared at the screen.

Her breathing was steady, but her mind was racing.

She knew Andrew too well to believe his actions were innocent.

He wanted to provoke her into becoming emotional and make a mistake that could work in his favour.

But he had chosen the wrong woman.

Flora returned to the YouTube application on her phone. She opened her anonymous profile and searched for the trending video.

It appeared immediately.

She clicked on it and began reading the comments.

Some were supportive, while others were openly insulting.

One comment caught her attention.

"Love doesn’t care about status. If the driver is loyal to you, keep him. Money isn’t everything."

Another read:

"The rich also cry. Flora Darwin! What a shame!"

Flora scoffed.

She continued scrolling.

"And she is very beautiful! Ma, please, can I be your driver?"

Another comment appeared.

"We love you, ma. Much love from Angels Foundation. Thank you for always supporting us. May God continue to bless you."

Flora paused.

For a moment, her expression softened.

At least some people still remembered the good things she had done.

But as she continued scrolling, more comments appeared.

She could not believe how quickly strangers had become comfortable discussing her private life.

"These people have absolutely nothing better to do," she muttered.

Finally, she logged out of her anonymous account and dropped the phone on the bed.

A deep breath escaped her lips.

Her eyes moved towards the window, but her mind was somewhere else.

Who made the video? My neighbors? Or Laura? But how did she record us?

Flora’s jaw tightened.

Flora quickly picked up her phone and dialled a number. Her fingers were shaking, but her voice was steady. She placed it against her ear, waiting for the call to connect.

"Hello, Barrister Charles. Good morning," she greeted.

"Good morning, Flora," Barrister Charles replied. His voice changed immediately. "You sound tense. What happened?"

Flora took a deep breath. Her chest was tight. She had been holding back her anger since Maya left the room, and now it was pushing to come out.

"There’s a video trending on YouTube right now. I don’t know who released it or what their intentions are, but I want that video taken down within twenty-four hours. Do everything legally possible to make that happen," Flora said firmly.

There was a short silence on the other end.

"Flora, we can file a Privacy Complaint with YouTube and a formal legal notice for Misuse of Private Information. But I must be honest with you."

Flora frowned.

"Honest about what?"

"Even if YouTube removes this one video, others may have already downloaded it. We may need to apply for an urgent court injunction to stop re-uploads. That will take more than twenty-four hours, and it will cost a lot. Are you prepared for that?"

Flora closed her eyes for a second. Her jaw tightened.

"Charles, I don’t care what it costs. I don’t care how long it takes. I will not sit back and watch someone use my private life to entertain the internet. Do you understand me?"

"Alright, Flora. I understand. I’ll look into it and take immediate action," Barrister Charles assured her.

"Good. Keep me updated on every development," Flora added.

"Of course. I’ll get back to you as soon as I have something."

"Thank you, Charles."

"You’re welcome, Flora."

Flora ended the call and slowly lowered her phone.

Her hand was still trembling and she pressed her palms against her face, trying to control her breathing.

"I will find who did this," she whispered to herself. "And they will regret it."

Just then, her phone beeped again.

It was a message from Whatsapp.

She opened her phone and checked the WhatsApp message. It was from an unknown number, and it contained a screenshot of a chat.

Flora’s heart was beating fast. Who would send her a message from an unknown number at a time like this?

She opened the screenshot slowly.

The words on the screen made her blood run cold:

_"I wish you had up to fifteen million followers. I would have sent the video to you. I need a wider audience to watch her and the driver."_

Flora frowned as she read the message again.

"Who could this be?" she wondered.

Immediately, she copied the number from the screenshot - and opened Truecaller to identify the sender.

The app started loading.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Flora held her breath. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Her eyes did not blink.

Then the name appeared on the screen.

Her eyes widened when the name appeared on the screen.

Laura Darwin.

She stared at the name in disbelief.

Her phone almost slipped from her hand. She caught it just in time, but her whole body had gone cold.

"Laura?" she whispered, unable to believe what she had just discovered. Her voice was shaking now.

She laughed. A cold, angry laugh.

"When a rat decides to swim with a lizard, knowing the lizard’s body dries quickly, does it think its own body will dry too?" Flora muttered.

She wiped her face and walked towards the door.

"Laura, you will learn today that you swam with the wrong lizard."