My Extraordinary Wife

Spencer was the first to curl his lips into a sneer while pinning his gaze on Sharon. “The fashion studio also knows that this gown belongs to Alethea. So… care to explain, Sharon? You even pocketed an illegal profit of one hundred thousand from them because of this gown.” He showed the woman the proof of transfer. “This is the bank transfer record of them sending money to you.”

Squatting down, he held Sharon by the chin, his eyes shining with frostiness. “What else do you have to say for yourself in light of all this evidence in front of you?”

The more Spencer spoke, the paler Sharon’s face became, so much so that she looked as white as a sheet.

A tinge of panic flashed across her eyes. “No… You guys are accusing me!”

“We’ll be handing the evidence over to the police. As for whether or not we’re accusing you, the truth will shed light on that very soon.”

Spencer rose to his feet with a grim mien and turned to look at the hall entrance, only to find several police officers already striding over in their direction.

“Which one of you is Sharon Hinton?”

Sharon’s entire body stiffened. She could not stop herself from collapsing to the floor. Even her gaze turned maniacal. “No… I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me! Don’t arrest me!”

A pucker formed between the policemen’s brows. “You’re suspected of committing a crime. Please come with us to the police station.”

I don’t want to go

several million without authorization and even accepted a handsome cut of one hundred thousand. You’ve got to take responsibility for that,” said Lucas coldly, directing his line of sight

signaled, the police approached Sharon and seized her

me… Ashlyn! I hate you! I hate you,

heels of that, tension filled the

to a

the minimum.” Ashlyn threw a glance at the crowd before her gaze finally landed on Caylie. “Now that

release about Cindy being the world’s first wearer of this gown. Our branding, including Cindy herself, was completely ridiculed.” The frustration in Caylie did not abate. “Even though the

laughter. “Do I have

Caylie was stupefied as

out her hand to

unlocked the screen and passed her

launched the Twitter app on Caylie’s

her fingers rapidly on

“It’s done.”

that supposed to mean?” Puzzlement inundated Caylie as she

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