NovelEnglishChapter 212 I was totally confused and shot back, "What do you mean?" His expression was icy, cutting through the air like a knife. "Cut the act." Confused and increasingly irritated, I shot back, “Excuse me? What are you talking about? I haven't done anything wrong!" "Denying it till the bitter end, huh?" Bryant's lips curved in a smirk, his demeanor turning even more intimidating. He Mcked his phone several times and aimed it at me, "Take a look. Your masterpiece, isn't it?" I was momentarily stunned and turned my gaze to his phone screen. It was a trending topic that had exploded online just minutes ago. And there it was, a scandal involving Albert and Margaret. There was even a video. The thumbnail showed last night's scene in the Larson family's backyard.
I recognized it instantly, a chill running down my spine. I clicked on it, wondering if it was the video I had taken, but it was already offline. It got blocked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd to add to the fire, images were floating around of Bryant and Margaret looking too close for comfort. The online backlash was ugly.
Bryant sneered, "Nothing to say now?" My mind was a mess, but I denied it. "I didn't do this. Bryant, I'm not that stupid. Even if I were to spill the beans, it wouldn't be now." In reality, I was indeed plotting to spill the beans, but not before those divorce papers were firmly in my grasp.
"Then how did the video end up online?" Bryant pressed, his gaze piercing. "Or maybe you had a little viewing party last night?" That was when it clicked.
Gregory! But I wasn't sure if it was him.
And I knew, no matter what I said, Bryant wouldn't believe me. "It doesn't matter if you believeor not. We're here now. Just get the papers, and let's end this." "You think I'd let you off that easy?" His voice was cold, his smirk mocking. “Jane, keep dreaming.” With that, he turned and walked away.
I took a deep breath, watching his retreating figure, my frustration boiling. “Fine, it doesn't matter if you don't cooperate. The law says I can divorce you unilaterally after two years of separation. We'll wait it out then." I had all the tin the world. Bryant was the one in a hurry to remarry, not me.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe paused, his voice cold as ice, "Remember your words!" Fuming, I reached for my phone to confront Gregory but realized I had forgotten I didn't have his contact.
As Bryant walked out, Margaret and Teresa, eagerly waiting outside, ran to him with bright smiles. Whatever they said, Bryant didn't even spare them a glance and left swiftly.
Timothy had passed away not long ago, and the Ferguson Group was stabilizing. The scandal was the last thing they needed. Ignoring Margaret and Teresa, they didn't chase after Bryant but cto gloat before me.
Blocked at the office door, Margaret lifted her chin, a smug smile on her face. "What did you say to Bry? He seemed furious about getting those divorce papers." They were so eager to see us separated that they hadn't even checked their phones to see their reputations crumbling.
Teresa was even more delusional, oblivious that her daughter had disgraced them, a shknown to att: Putting on airs, she reached out, "Bry left in such a hurry. He didn't showthe divorce papers. Showyours to put our minds at rest.
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