His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 503

In the blink of an eye, the day of the press conference arrived.

At five o’clock sharp, media from all corners gathered in the grandest ballroom of the hotel, setting up cameras, adjusting angles, and whipping out laptops in anticipation of Bertha’s appearance.

“Man, I thought Jeff or Matthew would be the face of this mess, not Bertha. This lady’s got some real nerve–her husband’s behind bars, and she’s still got the energy to host a press conference? Can she even sleep at night?”

“Those Chambers men are sharp cookies. They’re using Bertha as a human shield, making her the target!”

“Tsk, tsk, there’s no love lost in that family, poor Bertha.”

“Poor? Gardner’s backdoor dealings raked in millions, enough to keep him in an orange jumpsuit for life. You really think she didn’t get a cut of that dirty money? As if! It’s every man for himself now that trouble’s hit!”

Soon, seven o’clock struck.

Bertha walked up to the stage with the look of a widow at a funeral, her face bare of any makeup. Dressed in a solemn black suit, she stood before the thorny forest of microphones.

The blinding flashes swallowed her weary features as she bowed deeply to the multitude of lenses, her eyes rimmed red with tears.

The reporters launched their sharp questions.

“Bertha! The nation is shocked by Edgar’s sudden arrest, especially since he was a favorite for Elmsworth’s mayoral race. Did you know about his actions?”

“I didn’t know.”

Tears brimmed in Bertha’s eyes as she portrayed the image of an innocent wife, “I’m just a housewife, devoted to my husband and children. I never pried into his work affairs. As for who he met with privately, the bribes he accepted, I knew nothing about it! Besides, I come from the Chambers family, one of the big four families. I have no need for such petty cash at the cost of my conscience and reputation!”

“Do you truly claim ignorance to Mr. Gardner’s deeds?”

A male reporter suddenly emerged, his voice loud and clear, drawing all eyes to him, “Everyone knows how Mr. Gardner rose from an unremarkable prosecutor to a prime mayoral candidate with an extraordinary career trajectory. Surely, the Chambers family hasn’t held back in supporting him! Moreover, I’ve interviewed several employees who worked closely with both you and your husband, and they all say you are the real strategist behind Mr. Gardner, the mastermind planning every move. To elevate Mr. Gardner, you pulled strings, leveraging the Chambers family’s influence to exert pressure in all directions. Are you truly blameless?”

Bertha glared at the reporter, her eyes flooding with tears, as she shook her head in denial, “That’s not true. I don’t know which outlet you represent; but you’re attacking me and my family with baseless rumors. As I said, I was unaware of my husband’s actions! However, as his wife, I admit I have failed in my duties to supervise. That’s why I’ve called this press conference–to apologize to the nation for my husband’s mistakes.”

Before she could finish, the reporter played a recording.

It was a confession from one of Edgar’s employees, matching the reporter’s claims!

Spectators looked askance at Bertha, waiting for her explanation.

“He’s lying! That’s a back–stabber taking advantage of the situation!”

Bertha’s legs shook uncontrollably behind the table, her face draining of color. Under immense pressure, she was on the verge of collapse, “He’s trying to smear my name! When my husband fell, he was bought off by the opposition. That’s why he’s spouting this nonsense! Who is this person? If he dares to speak, he should dare to admit it! Tell me who said this? I’ll sue-”

Before she could finish, a piercing shriek cut across the room!

recording played

exquisite, and our clients are more than pleased. Plus, their fortunes seem to match well with the clients‘, boosting their luck. You know how these powerful men are. They put a lot of stock in superstition. Otherwise,

thrive?”

business owes much to your patronage, Mrs. Gardner! You’ve introduced plenty of generous clients to me.”

right? Remember to send any suitable girls my way. The price is

the speakers, each word striking the audience’s core beliefs like

filled with anger, piercing her like a thousand needles:

elegant

had nurtured a nest of festering

not me!”

blood had rushed there, almost screaming hysterically, “The recording is fake! It’s all fake! I don’t know any Clairvoyant. The voice in the recording

how do you explain this?” The reporter held

that moment, every journalist’s phone

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down at their screens in unison, and the news alert was a video of

clearly a secret recording, her misdeeds were now laid

“Miss Chambers!”

rushed to the stage, grabbing the stiff Bertha and pulling her offstage, “I’ve been sent by Mr. Chambers himself, the

finish, the ballroom doors burst

flanked by a few plainclothes officers, stormed in with the force of a thunderbolt, his expression stern and commanding,

“Police!”

into prostitution, and illegal detention! You have the right to remain

on the shaking Bertha. Flanking her

streaming to an audience that had just hit the ten–million mark! The frenzy was

my God! Is high society really this cutthroat? A heiress caught running an escort service to pad the family fortune? This is straight–up surreal!]

posing as high rollers? Puffing themselves up to rub elbows with the Ashbournes. Talk about putting

a beast! Check out Bertha, flopping around like a seal, just like her hubby did when he got collared! Match made in infamy!], [Despicable! How could someone stoop so low? Here’s hoping the authorities keep digging into the

Wow… he’s a real looker! Like something

to hide Bertha’s cuffed wrists from the public gaze as he put her in the

offers no immunity.

they face the music just

the drama

ducked into a secluded corner, stripping

Gordon’s earnest

props in a trash can, he eagerly dialed Thaddeus, barely containing

Abernathy! Did you and Mrs. Abernathy catch the live coverage of

acting was top–notch. Tonight,

Smooch-

through the phone. “Th–thanks for the drumstick,

secretary?” Thaddeus’s voice was