Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The Schmidt family had truly raised a bunch of maggots that were rotten to the core.

"N-No... It's not... It's not true."

Daisy's face turned crimson, as if all the blood in her body had gathered in her face. She almost hysterically shouted, "That recording is fake! It's fake!

"I don't know any fortune teller... It's not me speaking in there! It's all fake! Someone is framing me!"

"Framing you? Ms. Daisy, please take a look at this. How do you explain this?"

The reporter held up his phone.

At that moment, all the reporters' phones in the room started ringing, causing a thunderous noise.

Everyone lowered their heads to look at their screens and saw a post suggested by Twitter. It was a video of Daisy meeting a fortune teller privately. She was handing money to the fortune teller.

the video was clearly recorded without her knowledge, it unveiled her

"Ms. Daisy!"

down from the stage. "Mr. Josh sent me. This is bad. Come

settle, the

the hall. He emitted a commanding presence with a serious look,

"Police!"

women into prostitution, and

the visibly shaking Daisy. One on the left and

majority of the media outlets present were broadcasting the conference live, and the viewership on their livestreams exceeded tens

live in a wealthy family? A wealthy heiress has to resort to running a brothel to make money? This is too surreal!" "Could

deserved it! Look at Daisy's seal-like pose. It's exactly the same as when her husband was arrested! This couple looks quite alike." "Disgusting! How could she do such despicable things? I suggest continuing a strict investigation into Schmidt

came in

her head or hiding the handcuffs on her wrists. She was exposed in front of the public, allowing everyone to see that the