Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 87

Mrs. Hardy did not fall for it.

“Call her now! Make her tell everyone in the whole wide world! Tell them everything she said tonight was false! Tell them only what I said is true!”

“But is what you said true?” Dylan asked.

Mrs. Hardy choked on her own spit. ‘Of course, it’s true!” she shouted, her head held high in defiance. “Stop talking nonsense! Call Larissa right now!”

“Of course, I could call Ms. Seymour, and I could certainly have her take back everything she said tonight.” Dylan said, closing the distance between them by half a step and meeting her eyes, his gaze unwavering. “But think about everyone you’ve deceived for a moment. Do you think they’ll ever be able to trust you again?”

Mrs. Hardy was stumped by his question. Her eyes darted around surreptitiously, as if she were trying to think of an answer to his questions.

“Actually, this whole incident has never been Larissa’s fault. The only party you should be placing the blame on is the production team of ‘The Mediators Room“, and the person who convinced you to appear on the show. “Dylan advised her earnestly. “Think about it, if you hadn’t been on that show, and if you hadn’t been misled and influenced by someone else to speak such untruths on a public television program, would things have

gotten to this point?”

logic, but she thought

show, I can help you lodge a complaint against them. And if we do that, we can push all of the responsibility to that person. You wouldn’t be

heart began to

would help me regain justice. Everything I said on that show was exactly what she told me to! It has nothing to do with me at all!” She immediately absolved

a lawsuit for you when I get back later to sue the production team of ‘The

much that he froze on the spot. “I want Larissa to withdraw that lawsuit she filed against my son! I want her to come back and be

supposed to be!”

unreasonable demands made Dylan’s expression

lawsuit is possible, but under one condition.

that woman have any conscience at all?” Mrs. Hardy pounded the brick fence encircling the roof with all

Chapter 87.

you don’t have a wife anymore, what’s the point of me living? I’ll just die! It’s better if I don’t see this with my own eyes! You can file for divorce,

police frantically made eye

time, Dylan ignored

husband brought him up all those decades ago either. Your son lacks a wife, that’s true, but you could always withdraw your

you see how this is the best possible

start talking to me about Amber!” Mrs. Hardy slapped the fence so hard that her hands

would never marry that evil, manipulative, heartless