Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

Chapter 135 Digging a Trap

Elisa answered with nonchalance, “We had no chemistry.”

The reporter was excited by Elisa’s response, and quickly shot another question, “Is this all because of your cousin?”

Linda clenched her phone to calm her anger. She glowered at the person on the screen.

Mrs. Meek frowned and added, “Will Elisa take the opportunity to tell your story?”

Linda made an irate expression. “I’m not afraid if she does. On the contrary, I’m hoping she does make a statement on it.”

“Why is that?” Mrs. Meek added.

Linda clutched her phone tighter and replied irately, “If Elisa speaks ill of me, my next move is to destroy her reputation. I’ll have people spread rumors and turn her into a pariah, and then my own public image will be reinstated as an innocent victim of this whole ordeal.”

Mrs. Meek simply nodded and expressed, “Yes, but this whole thing will backfire if she praises you in public. Wouldn’t this make your plans difficult to use Elisa as a tool to elevate your reputation?”

let the events unfold. I can only hope she curses me on

meantime, Rachel Markee was still standing behind Elisa. Her eyes flashed as an epiphany struck her. Was she deliberately leading the reporters to be questioned? If Elisa hadn’t said anything, they would have exited the restaurant without the herd of

she saw through Elisa’s ploy. Slowly, she’s being revealed the notoriety

a righteous woman. Even when she is tied with Mr. Benett, she did not attempt to separate me from Garett. This woman even persuaded us to reconcile our relationship with each other. Mr. Benett and I are divorced, and my sister-in-law could never

Linda yelled, “Damn it!”

Elisa was too smart to dig

growled, “This

as they were given this nugget of information. Some of them decided

you being divorced, does this mean Mr. Benett will marry your

mind, but…” Elisa drawled. Since Linda likes to dig her own grave, let me

were ecstatic. Yet, that deliberate ‘but’ was getting a little long. It must

“This b*tch!” Linda cried.

composure at that

her composure

blurted, “We can’t let Elisa keep

no one on our side to stop her there. How do you suppose we