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.”

with you! I don’t

several million without authorization and even accepted a handsome cut of one hundred thousand.

seized her arms, dragging her outside

me… Ashlyn! I hate you! I hate you, X!” Sharon’s shrill scream resonated across

the heels of that,

as if time had come to a standstill as everyone held their

her gaze finally landed on Caylie. “Now that everyone knows that Cindy will be starring in

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 public knows that she’ll be cast in your new film, how does that help

self-deprecation!” Ashlyn could not help but burst into laughter. “Do I have to educate you on such fundamentals of crisis

Caylie was stupefied as she gawked at

held out her hand to Caylie. “Lend me your

merely added to Caylie’s confusion. Still, she unlocked the screen and passed her phone over

latter then launched the Twitter app on

thing she did was tap her fingers rapidly on the keypad. Moments later, she returned Caylie

“It’s done.”

Puzzlement inundated Caylie as she checked her

dropped that question, she was greeted by gazillions of replies coming from her Twitter account. Her