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!”

he was bought off by the opposition. That’s why

she could finish, a piercing shriek cut across

then, a clear recording played for

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thrive?”

much to your patronage, Mrs. Gardner! You’ve introduced plenty of

girls my way. The price is

speakers, each word striking the audience’s core beliefs

their gazes at Bertha filled with anger, piercing her

that the seemingly noble and elegant society lady was involved in such shady dealings?

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That’s not

blood had rushed there, almost screaming hysterically, “The recording is fake! It’s all fake! I don’t know any Clairvoyant. The voice in the recording isn’t mine! Someone is framing

do you explain this?” The reporter held up his phone

that moment, every journalist’s phone

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the news alert was a

a secret recording, her misdeeds were now laid

“Miss Chambers!”

the stiff Bertha and pulling her offstage, “I’ve

before he could finish, the ballroom doors burst

with the force of a thunderbolt, his expression stern and commanding, silencing

“Police!”

bribery, coercing women into prostitution, and illegal detention! You have the right to

officers stepped forward, clamping the icy handcuffs on the shaking Bertha. Flanking her on each side, they escorted the

to an audience that had

Is high society really this cutthroat? A heiress caught running an escort service to pad the family fortune? This is straight–up surreal!]

high rollers? Puffing themselves up to

like her hubby did when he got collared! Match made in infamy!], [Despicable! How could someone stoop so

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hide Bertha’s cuffed wrists from the public gaze

offers no

the elite break the law, they face the music just like

faced her reckoning, the drama was far from

into a secluded corner, stripping off glasses, a wig, and a fake

fell away, Gordon’s earnest face was

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

catch the live coverage of the

says your acting was top–notch. Tonight, you’ve earned yourself

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