Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the press conference.

At 5:00 pm, various media outlets gathered in the hotel's largest hall. Cameras were set up, angles were adjusted, and reporters had their laptops ready, waiting for Daisy's appearance.

"Speaking of which, I thought it would be Victor or Josh stepping forward. I didn't expect it to be Daisy. She's quite bold. Her husband is in jail, and she still has the energy to hold a press conference."

"Those men in the Schmidt family are smart. They're using Daisy as a shield, making her the target."

"Tsk, tsk! The rich really lack humanity. I pity Daisy."

"Pity? Timothy received bribes of tens of millions, enough to keep him in prison. Do you believe that none of that dirty money found its way into her pocket?

"Anyway, I don't. They're just abandoning each other in times of trouble."

Soon, it was 7:00 pm.

With a mournful expression, a bare-faced Daisy arrived, wearing a black suit. Lowering her head, she walked onto the stage and toward the microphone.

The glaring flashes covered her weary features. With red-rimmed eyes, she bowed deeply to numerous cameras.

started to ask

Clemons' sudden arrest has shocked the nation. After all, he was a hot shot in

"I didn't know..."

her face was full of grievances. She portrayed the image of an innocent woman wronged to

ordinary wife, tending to my family duties every day. I never asked about his work matters. I knew nothing about his

is the Schmidt family, one of the four major families. I received a significant amount of money from my parents when I got married. I wouldn't risk my reputation and ruin my family over such

genuinely know nothing about Mr. Clemons'

interjected, his loud voice attracting everyone's attention. "Everyone in the industry knows

played a significant role. Moreover, I have interviewed many staff members who worked around both of you. They all claim that you're the strategist behind

Group to exert pressure on various fronts to

shook her head and defended herself. "No... I didn't...

husband and wife, after all. If he did something wrong, I hold the responsibility for not supervising him. So I called

the reporter pulled out a recording device and played

a clear recording of Timothy's staff's testimony. The content matched exactly

eyes turned skeptically toward

adding insult to my

shaking. Color drained from her