A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 160

Before long, Elvis and Winona managed to trace the IP address behind that mysterious post.

It led straight to a hospital in the Capital.

Meanwhile, Jonah's agency released an official statement, clarifying that the figure in their teaser poster was a fictional character—simply a flash of inspiration Jonah had one day, not based on anyone real. There was no need for wild speculation.

They even shared a landscape painting, explaining that this was a piece Jonah had treasured for years. The story went that his parents had taken him to that very place when he was a child, and the memory had been so meaningful that he captured it on canvas and kept it ever since.

The painting had never been publicly shown before, so when the studio released it, no one doubted its authenticity.

But as Jonah stared at the landscape on his phone, a faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips.

Only he knew what was truly hidden in that painting he had guarded all these years.

***

In the hospital room, at the same moment—

Celia was so furious after reading Jonah's agency's statement that she hurled every pillow off her bed.

When she'd seen the trending topic online, a scheme had sprung to mind: she could use Jonah to ruin Winona's reputation.

That was why she made the post—and, just to stir things up, she'd logged into a different account to drop Winona's name in the comments, guiding everyone to believe that Jonah was in love with Winona.

Her plan was to let the rumor snowball, then pay some trolls to fan the flames, spreading the story that Winona was a shameless flirt—supposedly engaged to Elvis, yet still stringing Jonah along, playing between two brothers.

With public outrage, Winona's reputation would be in tatters.

"Ty, you're back." Celia quickly stuffed her phone away and forced a smile. "So, did you meet with Mr. Jackson this afternoon? Did you work things out?"

"I didn't see Mr. Jackson." Tyson poured himself a glass of water and took a long drink before continuing, "But I did run into Jude."

"What? Jude?" Celia shrieked, startled.

It was only then Tyson noticed the pillows strewn all over the floor.

"Celia, what are you doing? Why are all the pillows on the ground?" Tyson asked, bewildered. "And what's with that reaction about Jude? Did something happen?"

"N-no, I was just thinking—Jude, as in the second son of the Quincy family? Isn't he supposed to be some spoiled rich kid with no ambition? Why would you even consider working with him?"