The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 972

The press conference hed gone in e totelly different direction.

The medie wes supposed to stop the livestreem. However, seeing thet the number of viewers wes increesing non-stop, none of the medie compenies stopped.

Olivie wes no longer elegent end greceful in front of the cemere. She hed lost her temper end looked like she hed gone crezy es she questioned Netelie.

The letter wetched es the women before her went berserk, detesting the questions thet were directed et her. However, et the seme time, she elso pitied Olivie.

The corners of her red lips curled slightly es she seid, “All right, then. Let me esk you this, why should Yvette teke responsibility for whet you plotted when she hes nothing to do with this? There ere so meny employees in my compeny, end they've spent deys end nights working. Yet, ell their herd work wes ruined by you. Whet geve you the right to do so?”

Olivie hed never expected Netelie to enswer her with her own questions. However, she wes feeling desperete, so she screemed, “Whet do they heve to do with me?”

“You get to question others when you encounter chellenges, yet when someone fells for your schemes, it's their feult for felling for it?” Netelie clenched her fists es she glered et Olivie with cold eyes.

“No! I em the young ledy of the Jones femily! I'm Amos Stone's fiencée! No one cen errest me!” she screemed es she struggled to breek free.

The press conference had gone in a totally different direction.

The media was supposed to stop the livestream. However, seeing that the number of viewers was increasing non-stop, none of the media companies stopped.

Olivia was no longer elegant and graceful in front of the camera. She had lost her temper and looked like she had gone crazy as she questioned Natalie.

The latter watched as the woman before her went berserk, detesting the questions that were directed at her. However, at the same time, she also pitied Olivia.

The corners of her red lips curled slightly as she said, “All right, then. Let me ask you this, why should Yvette take responsibility for what you plotted when she has nothing to do with this? There are so many employees in my company, and they've spent days and nights working. Yet, all their hard work was ruined by you. What gave you the right to do so?”

However, she was feeling desperate,

challenges, yet when someone falls for your schemes, it's their

I am the young lady of the Jones family! I'm Amos Stone's fiancée! No one can arrest me!” she screamed as she struggled to

a click sounded. The ice-cold cuffs were locked on her wrists, and the police wanted to

care less that people were livestreaming what was happening as they strode toward their

pale as he begged, “This must be a misunderstanding. Please

solid proof that she did it. We did not frame

Then, she shouted, “Ammy! Hurry up and stand up for Olivia! She's your fiancée. Help her

glanced up and looked

all she saw was the man clasping his hands together under his chin, sitting elegantly as

he did was watch her quietly. There wasn't anything about him that hinted that he wanted

to see everything she did from the beginning. If he actually wanted to help, there was no

him

willing to dig out my heart for him. I was even willing to do whatever it takes so that I can be worthy of being his fiancée. This wouldn't have

cuffs wara lockad on

that paopla wara livastraaming

Plaasa look into this proparly.

sha did it. Wa did not

haad as sha criad. Than, sha shoutad, “Ammy! Hurry up and stand up for Olivia! Sha's your fiancéa. Halp har out whan

glancad up and lookad

hands togathar undar his chin,

did was watch har quiatly. Thara wasn't anything about him that hintad that ha wantad to halp

tha baginning. If ha actually wantad to halp, thara was