My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Riley’s face turned pale in an instant.

Her assistant, standing nearby, gritted her teeth, knowing that if she didn’t step up to shoulder the blame, she wouldn’t gain any benefits either.

“It was me. Freya has always mistreated Miss Freeman, and I was angry, so I went to her room.”

The chief director frowned. “This doesn’t add up. Even if Miss Kaufmann and Miss Freeman have conflicts, why would you enter Miss Kaufmann’s room?”

The assistant hesitated for a few seconds but quickly remembered the harsh words Riley had uttered about Freya earlier in their room.

“I wanted to verify if Freya had cheated to secure first place in the preliminary round. She’s new to this industry, and I found it hard to believe she had the skills to achieve that. Plus, her relationship with Radley and Inken made me suspect there might be something fishy with her performance. So, I wanted to search her room for evidence!”

The management staff member from the organizing committee was seething with anger.

“Do you think this is just any ordinary competition?”

The assistant’s statement was essentially insinuating that the organizing committee and sponsors’ participants were colluding.

This was supposed to be the most authoritative competition in the industry, and such rumors could severely damage its reputation.

Eric Warren, the management staff member, coldly retorted, “If you question our fairness, why even bother participating?”

In the midst of this, Riley hastily interjected, “I’m truly sorry, Mr. Warren! I had absolutely no knowledge of this matter. My assistant acted without consulting me beforehand. Had I known, I would have certainly stopped her!”

Freya crossed her arms as she looked at Riley’s hypocritical appearance.

Lately, she had noticed that Riley’s assistant seemed to have no grasp of fragrance blending at all.

Rather than serving as an assistant, she appeared more like a personal maid accompanying Riley.

It was improbable that she had come up with those words independently; they were likely something she had heard from Riley.

it seemed that the organizing committee couldn’t do much about it.

to it that your

I’ll send her away

issue

director’s phone rang, and he

raised his hand and said, “Please wait for a moment.”

phone a few times and swiftly located a video clip. He then glanced

her actions. Consequently, our production team reviewed the surveillance footage from your room. Half an hour before your assistant entered Miss Kaufmann’s room, you had disabled all the cameras in your room and even deactivated

seemed distressed upon hearing

each other, and

just putting on a show. How could she come up with all that?”

she doesn’t step up to take the blame, it would be seen as incompetence. Who knows what consequences the Freeman family might impose on her? Stepping in now is just a

acting arrogantly, and she had made her fair share of enemies lately. The contestants’ discussions were candid, and they didn’t hold back. Riley’s face darkened as she retorted, “What nonsense are you all talking about? I was

seated on the sofa, sarcastically chimed in, “Changing clothes? Do you need to block the

blocked the audio devices or not. If you think I conspired with my assistant and instructed her to do so, show me the evidence then, or

nodded. “That’s

the

Even though the situation had been brought to light, she couldn’t provide

those with a discerning eye that

questioned her several more times, but Riley stubbornly maintained her ignorance of her

the committee members departed with stern expressions, and the director looked at

be crucial, but everyone’s watching closely. If you wish to continue participating in the competition without tarnishing the Freeman

her lips and remained silent, feeling

contestants in the living room didn’t

if she gave you all a tiny bit of coins? You’ve turned

criticism, no one dared to openly challenge her, given Riley’s position as

up. “We’re not standing up for Miss Kaufmann just because of a hundred

up. “What do you mean? Are you implying that I’m a