My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 726

It is all Penelope's fault that the crowd is questioning our integrity in public!

Ryan clenched his fists as an intense urge to choke Penelope surged within him.

He took a deep breath but could not conceal the fury in his eyes.

Then, he turned to Ashlyn and said, “Ms. Berry, you're right. All jewelry designed by Director X has a double X logo. Therefore, Charlotte's necklace is real. However, I have never met Director X before, nor did I bring Penelope to see Director X. As such, I have never received the handkerchief you mentioned. I apologize if Penelope's words have caused a misunderstanding. It is my fault for not educating her well.”

Penelope's face blanched at that. She gripped her hands so tightly that they nearly bled.

She bit her lower lip hard and almost broke through the skin.

Everyone could see the double X logo at the back of the pendant.

It was a big X with a small X underneath it.

like to brag so

and the crowd all had stunned expressions on their

to gift Charlotte an authentic

her necklace was an authentic design from Director X. That means that this necklace's

Ms. Holt, Ms. Chapman, Ms. Penelope, are you not going to apologize? You falsely accused Charlotte and me of stealing the necklace. Then, you slander us again, saying that the necklace is fake. Since you don't know how to identify a

Ms. Chapman, Ms. Penelope, are you not going to apologize? You falsely accused Charlotte and me of stealing the necklace. Then, you slander us again, saying that the necklace is fake. Since you don't know how to identify a real design by Director X, you should have said nothing. It would have

looked at Penelope and the others and saw their faces turn pale. It doesn't matter how much they dressed themselves up because nothing could conceal their

earlier. So why do

expression.

fury

shameful words? Since your parents did not discipline you properly, don't blame others

to enter into

you or

he showed up. Despite his silence, the crowd could not ignore his commanding