His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 503

In the blink of an eye, the day of the press conference arrived.

At five o’clock sharp, media from all corners gathered in the grandest ballroom of the hotel, setting up cameras, adjusting angles, and whipping out laptops in anticipation of Bertha’s appearance.

“Man, I thought Jeff or Matthew would be the face of this mess, not Bertha. This lady’s got some real nerve–her husband’s behind bars, and she’s still got the energy to host a press conference? Can she even sleep at night?”

“Those Chambers men are sharp cookies. They’re using Bertha as a human shield, making her the target!”

“Tsk, tsk, there’s no love lost in that family, poor Bertha.”

“Poor? Gardner’s backdoor dealings raked in millions, enough to keep him in an orange jumpsuit for life. You really think she didn’t get a cut of that dirty money? As if! It’s every man for himself now that trouble’s hit!”

Soon, seven o’clock struck.

Bertha walked up to the stage with the look of a widow at a funeral, her face bare of any makeup. Dressed in a solemn black suit, she stood before the thorny forest of microphones.

The blinding flashes swallowed her weary features as she bowed deeply to the multitude of lenses, her eyes rimmed red with tears.

The reporters launched their sharp questions.

“Bertha! The nation is shocked by Edgar’s sudden arrest, especially since he was a favorite for Elmsworth’s mayoral race. Did you know about his actions?”

“I didn’t know.”

Tears brimmed in Bertha’s eyes as she portrayed the image of an innocent wife, “I’m just a housewife, devoted to my husband and children. I never pried into his work affairs. As for who he met with privately, the bribes he accepted, I knew nothing about it! Besides, I come from the Chambers family, one of the big four families. I have no need for such petty cash at the cost of my conscience and reputation!”

“Do you truly claim ignorance to Mr. Gardner’s deeds?”

A male reporter suddenly emerged, his voice loud and clear, drawing all eyes to him, “Everyone knows how Mr. Gardner rose from an unremarkable prosecutor to a prime mayoral candidate with an extraordinary career trajectory. Surely, the Chambers family hasn’t held back in supporting him! Moreover, I’ve interviewed several employees who worked closely with both you and your husband, and they all say you are the real strategist behind Mr. Gardner, the mastermind planning every move. To elevate Mr. Gardner, you pulled strings, leveraging the Chambers family’s influence to exert pressure in all directions. Are you truly blameless?”

Bertha glared at the reporter, her eyes flooding with tears, as she shook her head in denial, “That’s not true. I don’t know which outlet you represent; but you’re attacking me and my family with baseless rumors. As I said, I was unaware of my husband’s actions! However, as his wife, I admit I have failed in my duties to supervise. That’s why I’ve called this press conference–to apologize to the nation for my husband’s mistakes.”

Before she could finish, the reporter played a recording.

It was a confession from one of Edgar’s employees, matching the reporter’s claims!

Spectators looked askance at Bertha, waiting for her explanation.

“He’s lying! That’s a back–stabber taking advantage of the situation!”

verge of collapse, “He’s trying to smear my name! When my husband fell, he was bought off by the

a piercing shriek cut across the

then, a clear recording played for all to

than pleased. Plus, their fortunes seem to match well with the clients‘,

thrive?”

to your patronage, Mrs. Gardner! You’ve introduced plenty of generous clients to me.”

send any suitable girls

speakers, each word striking the audience’s core beliefs like

gazes at Bertha filled with anger, piercing her like

seemingly noble and elegant society lady was involved

Chambers family had nurtured a nest

That’s not me!”

screaming hysterically, “The recording is fake! It’s all fake! I don’t know any Clairvoyant. The voice in the

you? Then, Bertha, how do you explain this?” The reporter held

every journalist’s phone

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in unison, and the news alert was a video

her misdeeds were now

“Miss Chambers!”

her offstage, “I’ve been sent by Mr. Chambers himself, the situation’s dire, we need to go now!”

he could finish, the ballroom doors burst open!

in with the force of a thunderbolt, his

“Police!”

his badge in full view of all, “Bertha, you are hereby arrested on charges of bribery, coercing women into prostitution, and illegal detention! You have the right to remain silent, but anything you

icy handcuffs on the shaking Bertha. Flanking her on

circus had gone live, streaming to an audience that had just hit the ten–million mark!

high society really this cutthroat? A heiress caught running an escort service to pad

to rub elbows with the Ashbournes. Talk

infamy!], [Despicable! How could someone stoop so low? Here’s hoping

did anyone notice that young cop who led the charge? Wow… he’s a

public gaze as he put her in the patrol car letting

no

they face the music just like anybody

her reckoning, the drama

the scene ducked into a secluded corner, stripping off glasses,

his disguise fell away, Gordon’s earnest face

his props in a trash can, he eagerly dialed Thaddeus, barely containing his

Abernathy catch the live

your acting was top–notch. Tonight,

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