After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

"No, don't worry. I took all the blame on myself. After the boss left, he ordered me to be imprisoned. That's why I was seriously injured. I escaped while the group was drunk at night."

Charlotte listened to his words and was stunned in place, and her eyes were full of dismay.

"Boss will not retain me anymore, and will even hold me responsible and dispose of me strictly. Can you take me in for a while? I'm injured and can't run far. But when I get better, I'll leave immediately."

Seeing Charlotte frozen, he didn't continue.

He hastily added humbly and eagerly, "Don't worry. I won't give you any trouble."

"That ... allows me to think about it." Charlotte subconsciously took a step back, "I'll try to take care of this properly."

Fred, who had lost Melvin's trust, was no longer of any value to her. But if she offended him openly, he would expose all of her wrongdoings after he left the Matthews’ House, which would be even more detrimental to her.

In order to ensure that the plan was foolproof, she can only pretend to care for him and take him in for a few days first.

"Of course it's no problem. You're hurt like this now. I can't just sit back and watch." Charlotte tugged on his sleeve, "I'll let you stay at the inferior room for the next two days. Is that okay?"

"I'm grateful that Miss Matthews is willing to take me in and give me a place to live, so how can I feel wronged?"

Fred looked at her excitedly with a look of sincerity and affection.

Charlotte answered with a smile on her face, but the moment she turned around, her face went cold.

What was the point of talking about return when he was obviously a worthless piece of shit?

Fred limped behind her. His eyes kept following her back and his heart admired her more.

After Charlotte set him up, she gave a few brief explanations and went back to her room.

She sat up in bed and made a phone call again. A shady look appeared on her face once again.

"When the dust settles tomorrow, I want you to kill him and put an end to it forever by using whatever method you have."

on the other side, Charlotte coldly hung up the phone and threw it on the

Early the next morning.

to freshen up and make sure she appeared flawlessly in front

walks of life had long been outside the arena, holding cameras and microphones, and trying to get

the car and

you. Because Mr. Freeman has

room without fear and

about her confident

hearing the compliments from the reporters in the front

my fiancé's ex-wife, Miss Carroll, secretly bribed thugs to frame me. And I got serious injury and stayed at the hospital for a week, during

heartless as to take my sister Abigail, who has become a vegetable, away from the hospital

"crime", and even squeezed out tears when she pretended to be

in an uproar and began to talk

the stage, Charlotte continued her

only to clear my name, but to speak out against her evil deeds! We, the Matthews family,

a lake, stirring up a thousand waves in the

by her words and

be based on something. Can you show us the evidence? It is

from evidence,

prepared for this and cast the evidence, forged in advance, onto a

the transaction record and screenshot of

soon as a few pictures were

a society governed by the rule of law. She's too arrogant! A life for a life! Let's go to the Angle Group

is strength in numbers. We

all stood up, and the crowd outside the arena was infected

on the stage, looking at all that she made. The corners of her

Matthews got carried away too soon. The so-called truth you present to

rhythmic sound of high heels hitting

was not loud,