The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Look, this was her mother who could do this just for getting much money from her. Money was indeed the root of all evil.

Chloe Malan looked at the woman in front of her coldly. The woman was crying really poorly. The first time she cried so much in front of her, she almost felt softhearted. But now, even if she was accused by the public, even if others threw bottles to her when she was on the stage, she would be tough. The banknotes in her hand were torn off one by one, torn into pieces. She threw them into the air, falling down like snow.

Others were shocked. Aoba Hoyle's angry voice sounded, "How can you be like this? She is your mother anyway."

Chloe Malan watched him walk out from the crowd. He helped up the woman on the ground, and then approached her, as if she had done something heinous. His eyes which she originally felt sexy fixed on her indifferently.

Yes, she and he were not familiar. What happened yesterday was just an accident. Was it possible to expect this stranger to understand her? She smiled, but tears almost came out, "My mother? Is she worthy of being my mother?"

Aoba Hoyle shook his head, seemingly regretful, "It seems I really don't understand you."

make an error of judgement? This woman was not kind?

stop performing this kind of the show on the street. Is my father sick or not? I have already asked the doctor. He is in good health. He won’t die. During the past years, even if you didn’t get millions of money from me, but I almost gave eight or nine hundred thousand to you. Mom, my dear mother, I call you mom for the last time. I got divorced with

woman who was making noise just now paled. It turned out that all the accusations were targeted at

parents? Chloe Malan raised her head, blinked her eyes vigorously, then rushed away from the crowd. She walked fast, leaving a sympathetic gaze behind her.

fall, but how could this pain compare to the pain in her heart? Who was really willing to break with his

hadn't been disappointed to the extreme and turned into despair, how could she be

had told herself that she would no longer shed a tear

After passing through Waittingbar, she didn't stop. How could she

lost her strength. She didn’t feel

wanted to sneak away, and asked fiercely, "Is what she said

was stunned by his fierce momentum. Seeing him raising his fist, she thought that he was going to hit her. She

woman, but looking at her about the same age as his mother, he gritted his teeth, put his fist down, pushed her aside with a cold snort. Then he pushed aside the crowd. But he couldn’t