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.”

not going with you! I

accepted a handsome cut of one hundred thousand. You’ve got to take responsibility for that,” said Lucas coldly, directing his line of sight

approached Sharon and seized her arms, dragging her outside then and

arrest me… Ashlyn! I hate you! I hate you, X!” Sharon’s shrill

heels of that, tension filled

was as if time had come to a standstill as

her gaze finally landed on Caylie. “Now that

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 in tackling the poor opinions they have about her and our branding? How’s

self-deprecation!” Ashlyn could not help but burst into laughter. “Do I have to educate

as she

out her hand to Caylie. “Lend

unlocked the screen and passed her

the Twitter app on Caylie’s

her fingers rapidly on the keypad. Moments later, she returned Caylie

“It’s done.”

Caylie as she checked her

as she dropped that question, she was greeted by gazillions of replies coming from her