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.

family of three, she cleared her

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

one hand and asking with great interest, “So tell me, what crimes have I committed?” “You bribed ten thugs to lure me

A layer of sweat formed in the palms of

are becoming increasingly adept at

Ms. Mossey.

of disdain and amusement flashed across Gwendolyn’s

As soon as the

process what Gwendolyn had just said, a group of police

They surrounded Natasha completely.

Natasha’s face turned pale as she held onto the podium

Mossey, we suspect you of being involved in Ms. Inez’s car accident, kidnapping Jennifer, and hiring someone for the

come with us and cooperate with the

her his police badge and had someone restrain

me explain! You can’t arrest me!” Natasha cried

her arm behind her back and swiftly snapped on the handcuffs, saying, “We’ll find

had long since been left speechless, and the cameras in their hands were reduced

and onlookers were shocked by this sudden

the words of the police, it

flustered face, and the sound of shutters clicked

who harmed Inez! I knew she had ill intentions ever since she came back!”

Jerome was furious, too.

the microphone on the stage

disgrace brought upon the Mossey family, and I assure everyone that I, Jerome Mossey, will not tolerate such a disgraceful

announce to the public

heir to Mossey Group, and I

her father, the only blood relative she

initial despairing tears gradually

sounded

eyes of the crowd, she

residence, Noah slowly opened his eyes, squinting

to finally sit up

was already severely injured

not resist the exhaustion and

almost noon by

in the Mossey residence were bustling about, with no one noticing that someone was staying in the

with his