Can’t Win Me Back

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the press conference.

At 5:00 pm, various media outlets gathered in the hotel's largest hall. Cameras were set up, angles

were adjusted, and reporters had their laptops ready, waiting for Daisy's appearance.

"Speaking of which, I thought it would be Victor or Josh stepping forward. I didn't expect it to be Daisy.

She's quite bold. Her husband is in jail, and she still has the energy to hold a press conference."

"Those men in the Schmidt family are smart. They're using Daisy as a shield, making her the target."

"Tsk, tsk! The rich really lack humanity. I pity Daisy."

"Pity? Timothy received bribes of tens of millions, enough to keep him in prison. Do you believe that

none of that dirty money found its way into her pocket?

"Anyway, I don't. They're just abandoning each other in times of trouble."

Soon, it was 7:00 pm.

With a mournful expression, a bare-faced Daisy arrived, wearing a black suit. Lowering her head, she

walked onto the stage and toward the microphone.

The glaring flashes covered her weary features. With red-rimmed eyes, she bowed deeply to numerous

cameras.

Reporters started to ask questions.

"Ms. Daisy, Mr. Clemons' sudden arrest has shocked the nation. After all, he was a hot shot in the

upcoming mayoral election in Solana City. Were you aware of his actions?"

"I didn't know..."

her face was full of grievances.

wronged to the

just an ordinary wife, tending to my family duties every day. I

private dealings, bribery, and

the Schmidt family, one of the four major families.

I got married. I wouldn't risk

such a trivial

nothing about Mr. Clemons'

his loud voice attracting everyone's attention. "Everyone

knows that Mr. Clemons rose from an ordinary prosecutor to

mayor.

smoothly, your Schmidt Group's support played

around both of you. They all

strategist behind Mr. Clemon.

Group to exert pressure on various fronts to help Mr.

you

but her eyes were filled with

Which media are you from? Please refrain from using

me and my

said it. I knew nothing about my husband's actions. But we're husband

wrong, I hold the responsibility for not supervising him. So I called this

the nation for my

reporter pulled out a

clear recording of Timothy's staff's testimony. The content matched

had mentioned earlier.

eyes turned skeptically toward Daisy, anticipating her

He's purposely adding insult

legs behind the table were shaking. Color drained from her face. Under