Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 77 The Feeling Of Being Spit At +25 Bonus Natasha did not back down either.

“It’s been a few days, Gwendolyn, yet you’re still as arrogant as ever.

Everything should be based on evidence.

If you want me to be proven wrong, then show me the evidence!” “I am the evidence!” A gentle and delicate voice suddenly rang out from outside the venue, resounding and clear.

Following that, a bodyguard pushed a wheelchair into the room.

The person in the wheelchair had a pale complexion, and her tired face could not hide the frailty of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Gwendolyn tactfully stepped aside, allowing everyone present to clearly see who had arrived.

“Inez? Aren’t you supposed to be dead? How can this be… What’s going on?” Natasha could hardly maintain her facial expression any longer.

Originally, she was so thrilled about the demise of the two major thorns in her side that she could not sleep for several nights.

But now, not only were those two despicable women still alive, they even had the audacity to show up at the event and humiliate her! She was so infuriated that she almost had a heart attack on the spot! “Inez! My daughter!” Madelyn rushed to Inez’s side without any hesitation, squatting down in front of her.

Trembling, she reached out her hand and gently caressed Inez’s face.

This living, breathing woman is indeed my daughter.

Inez is still alive! “My darling… I knew you were blessed with great fortune and would be safe.

Nothing would happen to you…” She hugged Inez tightly, resting her head on the latter’s shoulder while crying out loud.

Following closely behind Madelyn, Jerome was also agitated beyond measure.

His eyes reddened as he exclaimed, “It’s good that you’re awake, it’s good that you’re awake! My dear daughter, you’ve suffered!” Up on the stage.

Natasha stared at the harmonious family reunion unfolding before her eyes.

When she heard Madelyn’s words, it took her quite a while to react.

It turns out that Madelyn has known all along that Inez isn’t dead.

So, everything that happened yesterday morning was nothing but a show? Even Eloise has been lying to me? She simply could not accept that fact.

Why? Why does everyone have to side with that despicable woman, Gwendolyn? Chapter 77 The Feeling Of Being Spit At +25 Bonus Her eyes filled with hatred.

of three, she cleared her throat and let out a cough that was neither too soft nor too

safe and sound, that still doesn’t absolve you of

resting her chin on one hand and asking with great interest, “So tell me, what crimes have I committed?” “You bribed ten thugs to lure me into a remote, dark cabin in the outskirts, where

sweat formed in

are becoming increasingly adept at distorting

Ms. Mossey.

disdain and

and clarification you want now!” As soon

process what Gwendolyn had just said, a group of police

They surrounded Natasha completely.

you guys doing?” Natasha’s face turned pale as

in Ms. Inez’s

and cooperate with

charge showed her his police badge

it’s not like that! Let me explain! You can’t arrest me!” Natasha

back and swiftly snapped on the handcuffs, saying, “We’ll find out

and the cameras in their hands were

onlookers were shocked by this sudden turn

the police, it was

flashes targeted Natasha’s flustered face, and

harmed Inez! I knew she had ill intentions ever since she came back!” Madelyn accused Natasha passionately, not forgetting to add fuel to

Jerome was furious, too.

up the microphone on the stage and announced

The Feeling Of Being Spit At +25 Bonus “I apologize for the disgrace brought upon the Mossey family, and I assure everyone that I, Jerome Mossey, will not tolerate

solemnly announce to the

longer be the heir to Mossey Group, and I will permanently sever our father-daughter

a part of the Mossey family!” Even her father, the only blood relative she had left in the world, chose to

gradually transformed into

laughter sounded

of the crowd, she was forcibly dragged into the police

Noah slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight

him quite a while to finally sit

was already severely injured

he could not resist the exhaustion

almost

other housekeepers in the Mossey residence were bustling about, with no one noticing that someone was staying in the long-abandoned servants’

on the couch with his arms crossed, falling