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.

the opportunity when everyone’s attention was drawn to the reunited family of three, she cleared

and sound, that still doesn’t absolve you of

down, 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 they brutally attacked me, causing

explain this?” A layer of sweat formed in the palms of Natasha’s

you are becoming increasingly adept at

Ms. Mossey.

and amusement flashed across

want now!” As soon as the words dropped, she raised her

process what Gwendolyn had just said, a group of police suddenly burst into

They surrounded Natasha completely.

face turned pale as

involved in Ms. Inez’s car accident, kidnapping Jennifer, and hiring someone for the

us and cooperate

showed her his police badge

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

arm behind her back and swiftly snapped on the handcuffs, saying, “We’ll find out if it’s you once we

been left speechless, and the cameras

the reporters and onlookers were shocked by this sudden turn of

words of the police, it was crystal clear who was

targeted Natasha’s flustered face, and the sound of

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

Jerome was furious, too.

picked up the microphone on the

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

announce to the public that,

the heir to Mossey

the only blood relative she had left in

gradually

sounded

crowd, she was forcibly dragged

slowly opened his eyes, squinting at

while to finally sit

severely injured

Natasha settled him in a secluded servants” quarters, he could not resist the

almost noon

about, with no one noticing that someone was staying in the long-abandoned

the couch with his arms crossed, falling