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!”

collapse, “He’s trying to smear my name! When my husband fell, he was bought off by the opposition. That’s why he’s spouting this nonsense! Who is this person?

she could finish, a piercing shriek cut across

clear recording played

with the clients‘, boosting their luck. You know how these powerful men are. They put a lot of stock in superstition. Otherwise, how could

thrive?”

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

suitable girls my way. The price is

each word striking

gazes at Bertha filled with anger, piercing her

elegant

had nurtured a nest of

not

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

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

that moment, every journalist’s phone

1. i.

in unison, and the news alert was

were now

“Miss Chambers!”

to the stage, grabbing the stiff Bertha and pulling her offstage, “I’ve been sent

could finish, the

few plainclothes officers, stormed in with the force of

“Police!”

of bribery, coercing women into prostitution, and illegal detention! You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

the icy handcuffs on the shaking Bertha. Flanking her on each side, they escorted the

to an audience that had just hit the ten–million mark!

A heiress caught running an escort service to pad the

posing as high rollers? Puffing themselves up to rub elbows with the Ashbournes. Talk about putting on

Bertha, flopping around like a seal, just like her hubby did when he got collared! Match made in infamy!], [Despicable! How could someone stoop so low? Here’s hoping the authorities keep digging into the Chamber Group Bet there’s

he’s a real looker! Like something out of

public gaze as

no immunity.

face

her reckoning, the drama

ducked into a secluded corner, stripping off glasses,

his disguise fell away, Gordon’s earnest face

he eagerly dialed

catch the live coverage of

Tonight, you’ve earned yourself an extra drumstick.”

Smooch-