The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 336: You’re Not Talking About President Shaw’s Wife,

Naomi Kenway got on the single-plank bridge. She looked down and saw the pool below was filled with foam balls to ensure the guests’ safety.

Holding the pillow in her hand, Naomi Kenway swung it in the air a couple of tis to get a feel for it.

Unlike the soft, fluffy pillow she’d imagined, this one was weighted.

River King’s voice rang out, "Is everyone ready?"

He blew a whistle. "Begin!"

Christina Lynch stared at Naomi Kenway with contempt. "So you can’t say I’m bullying you, I’ll let you have the first hit. I won’t fight back."

Naomi Kenway nodded and swung the pillow at Christina Lynch without the slightest hesitation.

With a POP!

The balloon on Christina Lynch’s left shoulder burst under the violent assault. Christina’s body swayed, and he nearly fell off the single-plank bridge.

Amid the gasps of the Blue Team, Christina Lynch barely managed to steady himself. Then, under Naomi Kenway’s icy gaze, he gritted his teeth. "Fine. You really are..."

"You told to hit you. If you can’t handle it, don’t put on an act."

Christina Lynch gritted his teeth and, while Naomi Kenway wasn’t looking, suddenly swung his pillow.

At the sa ti, Wayne Wyatt cried out in alarm, "Goddess, are you okay? Christina Lynch, how could you be so despicable! You’re a lowlife!"

Christina Lynch’s brow furrowed as he saw Naomi Kenway dodge backward, easily avoiding the pillow.

Wayne Wyatt couldn’t help but clutch his chest and let out a breath of relief.

Yara Preston’s tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed.

Naomi Kenway was completely unfazed. In less than a minute, Christina Lynch had only one balloon left, while all of Naomi’s were still intact.

Christina Lynch’s expression was incredibly ugly.

Naomi Kenway teased with amusent, "I’m warning you in advance, try to cry a little quieter later. I find it annoying."

"Naomi Kenway!" Christina Lynch couldn’t stop himself from roaring in anger.

Naomi Kenway gripped her pillow. Suddenly, she felt Christina Lynch’s attack change direction, his target shifting from her balloons to her face. Naomi reacted quickly, the pillow barely grazing her cheek.

She said coldly, "Christina Lynch, what do you think you’re doing?!"

A flash of schadenfreude appeared in Christina Lynch’s eyes before he spoke with false sincerity, "I’m so sorry. I felt a bit dizzy just now. Luckily, I didn’t hurt you."

It was an explanation that couldn’t be faulted. The ga continued.

Christina Lynch seed to sense the crisis and grew more vigilant than before. Naomi Kenway could clearly feel that he had beco much harder to deal with.

"Goddess, watch out!"

Naomi Kenway turned her head to dodge the blow. Christina Lynch’s pillow, which had been aid at her balloons, abruptly changed direction mid-air and swung toward her face. It was a blatant dirty trick.

Naomi Kenway saw the slightly disappointed look on his face, and a surge of fury rose within her. She grabbed her pillow and smashed it violently toward Christina Lynch’s face.

Christina Lynch cried out in alarm and fell ungracefully into the pool of foam balls.

Accompanied by a POP!, Christina Lynch’s last balloon burst the instant he hit the foam.

River King announced, "This round’s winner is our very own Nicole!"

Naomi Kenway got off the single-plank bridge, her expression not improving despite Christina Lynch’s humiliating defeat.

"Goddess, are you okay? That really scared to death just now," Wayne Wyatt said as he ran over.

Naomi Kenway forced a smile. "I’m fine."

"Naomi Kenway!" Christina Lynch limped over, holding a tissue to his bleeding nose, and snapped angrily, "Are you trying to murder ?"

"When you were trying to hit just now, you didn’t call it murder. Judging by the force you were using, if I hadn’t knocked you down, I’d be the one limping right now, wouldn’t I? No, wait. We just fell into a foam pit. My body isn’t as fragile as yours," Naomi Kenway retorted.

Christina Lynch’s chest heaved with anger. He pointed a trembling finger at Naomi Kenway, unable to utter a single word.

Suddenly, he directed his resentnt at the host. "How was that last match judged? Naomi Kenway deliberately used the pillow to knock down, and you did nothing about it? You even declared her the winner??"

Christina Lynch wouldn’t normally get this worked up, but he’d been having a terrible run of bad luck lately—and Naomi Kenway was inextricably linked to the cause. Now he had lost the ga and gotten a bloody nose, all thanks to her. How could he possibly swallow this indignity?!

He usually believed in keeping things amicable for the sake of business, but did they really think he had no temper just because he didn’t fly off the handle?!

River King frowned at the sudden accusation and carefully explained, "The rules for this round don’t forbid knocking an opponent down, so Nicole’s actions can’t be considered cheating. Besides, everyone’s hands slip sotis. Didn’t yours just slip twice?" He then tried to placate him. "Let’s not worry about that for now. Best Actor Lynch, you have a nosebleed. The most urgent thing is to get that bandaged up."

Instead of getting angry, Christina Lynch laughed. "Fine. Fine. Just great..."

With that, he turned and stord off the stage.

After leaving the stage, Christina Lynch threw down his microphone, cursing that the production team was all in on it together. Then, he went to find the director.

"You did this on purpose!" He suddenly coughed violently twice, clearly choked with rage.

"Naomi Kenway was obviously trying to hurt on purpose, and you’re still defending her! I don’t care, kick Naomi Kenway out right now, or you can forget about ever going on stage again!" Christina Lynch delivered his ultimatum.

The director was caught in a dilemma, offering an apologetic smile. "Best Actor Lynch, please calm down. We can discuss this slowly."

"What is there to discuss?" He pointed to his nose, which had just stopped bleeding. "See this? This is all Naomi Kenway’s fault. You have to give an explanation!"

The director was in a tight spot. "I just reviewed the footage. Your situation looks like an accident; she probably didn’t do it on purpose. Best Actor Lynch, you’re putting in a very difficult position. To be frank... our show is funded by Mr. Shaw’s investnt, which, by extension, is also Ms. Kenway’s investnt. Now you’re asking to kick out our investor..."

He frowned. "Aren’t you just making things difficult for on purpose?"

"It’s just so investnt money. How much did he invest?!"

"An estimated three hundred million or so."

Christina Lynch fell silent. He then said in disbelief, "Is he involved in so kind of shady business? How does he have so much money?"

’He’s probably just so idiot who bets all his money on his wife,’ Christina Lynch sneered inwardly.

"Best Actor Lynch, are you planning to invest in our show?" the director asked.

Christina Lynch paused. "I’m going to call my brother."

The call connected quickly. The Lynch family’s eldest brother’s voice sounded a bit weary. "Nathaniel, what’s wrong? By the way, Mom wants you to co ho for dinner this weekend. Don’t forget."

"Bro," Christina Lynch said resentfully. "I got bullied on a show. You have to help get revenge."

His older brother’s voice turned cold. "Who’s so blind as to dare to oppose our Lynch Family?"

"I need you to blacklist soone for . Her na is Naomi Kenway. There’s only one Naomi Kenway in the entertainnt industry—she’s the most ostentatious-looking one!"

His older brother’s voice went silent for a mont.

"You’re not talking about President Shaw’s wife, Naomi Kenway, are you?"