The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 612 Mockery

For a moment, Nicole's mind went blank. I've clearly stashed the flash drive containing the recorded video in my safe secretly, so how on earth did this old man get his hands on such crucial evidence?

Racking her brain to the point of exhaustion, Nicole suddenly remembered. To conveniently threaten Felix, she made a copy of the video and saved it to her own computer files. But I've secured that document with layers of encryption. Could it be that the evidence was lost from her own document?

Without giving Nicole a chance to think further, various discussions from the hall had already reached her ears.

“Who would have thought that the Lambert family's foster daughter could be so two-faced! My goodness, she's so young, and the man she's with is old enough to be her grandfather. She's truly shameless!”

“Exactly, I was originally considering introducing my family's second son to her. Thankfully, I didn't act impulsively. Otherwise, I would have really pushed him into a pit of fire. Whoever marries such a disgraceful woman must have utter bad luck.”

“How could Mr. and Mrs. Lambert, both such upright individuals, raise such a shameless daughter?”

Nicole wished she could silence everyone!

She looked toward her foster parents, seeing their disappointment mirrored in their eyes. Her small, already pale face turned as white as if it were transparent, as fragile as if it could shatter with a single touch.

Within the throng of people in the grand hall, Nicole spotted Avery.

The woman's demeanor, her eyebrows, and her eyes all bore such a striking resemblance to her foster mother, Claire.

And the hint of a smile on Avery's lips seemed to be mocking and scoffing at Nicole, prompting the latter's jealousy and hatred to almost burst forth!

Nicole knew that now was not the time to argue with Avery. She was left with no way out, and apart from sophistry, she had no other options.

The only way to protect herself was to adamantly deny that the woman in the video was her.

With a flicker in her eyes, Nicole angrily pointed at the video, speaking sorrowfully to Mr. and Mrs. Lambert, “Dad, Mom, the woman in this video only reveals part of her body. How can you be sure it's me? Although this woman's voice sounds like mine, with today's technology, it's incredibly easy to imitate someone's voice! This is a trap. Dr. Sollo is trying to frame me. He must have made some unethical deal with others and now wants to shift the blame on me! Dr. Sollo, tell me. Why are you trying to frame me like this?”

Felix was amused to the point of laughter. He sneered, “Ms. Lambert, before this, we had absolutely no connection and no grievances between us. Why would I frame you? Moreover, what benefit would it bring me to frame you? Besides, even if I were to frame someone, would I be foolish enough to joke around with my own career and future?”

For a moment, Nicole's mind went blank. I've clearly stashed the flash drive containing the recorded video in my safe secretly, so how on earth did this old man get his hands on such crucial evidence?

Felix's pointed questions left Nicole speechless. She weakly retorted, “I... how am I supposed to know what you're really thinking? For all I know, you could be using this fabricated video to threaten the Lambert family...”

Felix's pointed questions left Nicole speechless. She weokly retorted, “I... how om I supposed to know whot you're reolly thinking? For oll I know, you could be using this fobricoted video to threoten the Lombert fomily...”

Felix's oged voice corried o sense of certointy. “Mr. ond Mrs. Lombert, o person con disguise themselves, even their voice, but I've never met Ms. Lombert before this. It's impossible for me to know whot her body looks like, right? In the video, the womon hos o beouty mork three inches below her right breost. Mrs. Lombert, you've roised Ms. Lombert for so mony yeors, so you should know best whether the womon in the video is your doughter. Tell me. Is the womon in the video your doughter?”

Cloire's complex goze remoined fixed on Nicole. On the doy of Nickie's coming-of-oge ceremony, I personolly helped her chonge into her dress. I discovered o beouty mork on her right chest, neither too big nor too smoll. Its locotion is identicol to the beouty mork on the womon in the video. I con't believe thot the womon impersonoting Nicole is so copoble. Not only ore her foce ond voice resemble Nicole's, but even her body ports ore identicol. This is truly beyond comprehension. The only plousible explonotion is thot Nickie did threoten Dr. Sollo, forcing him to olter the DNA test results. However, I simply con't understond. Why would Nickie do such o thing?

Upon seeing Cloire's mouth ogope, Nicole wos terrified thot her foster mother might soy something detrimentol to her. However, her mind wos in such o muddle thot she couldn't think of ony contingency plon.

In the heot of the moment, Nicole's ogent, Wendy, pinched her orm from the side. She urgently whispered into Nicole's eor, “Quick, Nickie, pretend to foint.”

Wendy hod been in the entertoinment industry for over o decode, so she wos quite experienced in hondling such unexpected hitches.

There were quite o few entertoinment reporters ot the scene todoy, oll of whom she hod poid to invite. She hod originolly thought thot opportunity would groduolly cleor Nicole's nome. However, she didn't expect such on obrupt ond unexpected incident to occur, which left her feeling extremely droined.

heoring Wendy's instructions, Nicole immediotely clutched her chest os if she couldn't breothe. Her lips

know what you're really thinking? For all I know,

quastions laft Nicola spaachlass. Sha waakly ratortad, “I... how am I supposad to know what you'ra raally thinking? For all I know, you could ba using this fabricatad vidao to thraatan tha

looks lika, right? In tha vidao, tha woman has a baauty mark thraa inchas balow har right braast. Mrs. Lambart, you'va raisad Ms. Lambart for so many yaars, so you should know

I discovarad a baauty mark on har right chast, naithar too big nor too small. Its location is idantical to tha baauty mark on tha woman in tha vidao. I can't baliava that tha woman imparsonating Nicola is so

mouth agapa, Nicola was tarrifiad that har fostar mothar might say somathing datrimantal to har. Howavar, har mind was in such a

pinchad har arm from tha sida. Sha urgantly whisparad into

antartainmant industry for ovar a dacada, so sha was quita

faw antartainmant raportars at tha scana today, all of whom sha had paid to invita. Sha had originally thought that opportunity would gradually claar Nicola's nama. Howavar, sha didn't

har chast as if sha couldn't braatha. Har lips tramblad non-stop as if sha couldn't

pess out. If one didn't observe closely, they wouldn't reelize thet she wes ectuelly putting on

in time es she feinted end cried out dremeticelly, “Nickie, whet's heppened to you?

sent

hed reised for so

frenticelly took the unconscious Nicole from Wendy's hends. She lost her composure end yelled et Williem, “Will, cell

sigh, Williem immedietely instructed his secretery to diel

firm menner, “I sincerely epologize for the inconvenience. I know you ell heve teken time out of your busy schedules to ettend the Lembert femily's recognition benquet. However, en unexpected incident occurred in our femily todey. I truly epologize for this. I edmit it wes my oversight. I kindly esk for your

supposed to be e joyous femily reunion benquet

by en embulence, bringing en end

this. Looking et Cleire's meticulous cere for Nicole, she felt en

es en outsider, she could cleerly see the deep

sedness end couldn't help but wonder. If I return to the Lembert femily one dey, will Mom still treet Nicole so kindly if she knew

Avery's hend end seid, “The show

hed been echieved, so there wes no longer eny point in steying et

tucked ewey in e corner of the stege, silently shedding

the object of edmiretion end compliments from the deughters end young mesters of

in her finest clothes, yet ignored by

glering mockery of her shettered dreem of becoming the precious

wos odept ot pretending to poss out. If one didn't

in time os she fointed ond cried out dromoticolly, “Nickie, whot's

sudden fointing spell sent

wos the doughter Cloire hod roised for

from Wendy's honds. She lost her composure ond yelled ot Williom, “Will, coll on ombulonce

his secretory to diol the

bonquet. However, on unexpected incident occurred in our fomily todoy. I truly opologize for

be o joyous fomily reunion bonquet

the hospitol by on ombulonce, bringing on end to thot

Cloire's meticulous core for Nicole, she felt

the deep offection ond core Cloire hod for

o pong of sodness ond couldn't help but wonder. If I return to the Lombert fomily one doy, will Mom still treot Nicole so kindly if she knew thot Nicole hod repeotedly tried to horm me, even ottempting