Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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Natasha did not back down either. “It’s been a few days, Gwendolyn, yet you’re still as arrogant as ever. Everything should be based on evidence. If you want me to be proven wrong, then show me the evidence!”

“I am the evidence!”

A gentle and delicate voice suddenly rang out from outside the venue, resounding and clear.

Following that, a bodyguard pushed a wheelchair into the room.

The person in the wheelchair had a pale complexion, and her tired face could not hide the frailty of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Gwendolyn tactfully stepped aside, allowing everyone present to clearly see who had arrived.

“Inez? Aren’t you supposed to be dead? How can this be… What’s going on?”

Natasha could hardly maintain her facial expression any longer.

Originally, she was so thrilled about the demise of the two major thorns in her side that she could not sleep for several nights.

But now, not only were those two despicable women still alive, they even had the audacity to show up at the event and humiliate her!

She was so infuriated that she almost had a heart attack on the spot!

“Inez! My daughter!”

Madelyn rushed to Inez’s side without any hesitation, squatting down in front of her. Trembling, she reached out her hand and gently caressed Inez’s face.

This living, breathing woman is indeed my daughter. Inez is still alive!

“My darling… I knew you were blessed with great fortune and would be safe. Nothing would happen to

you…”

She hugged Inez tightly, resting her head on the latter’s shoulder while crying out loud.

Following closely behind Madelyn, Jerome was also agitated beyond measure. His eyes reddened as he exclaimed, “It’s good that you’re awake, it’s good that you’re awake! My dear daughter, you’ve suffered!” Up on the stage. Natasha stared at the harmonious family reunion unfolding before her eyes.

When she heard Madelyn’s words, it took her quite a while to react. It turns out that Madelyn has known all along that Inez isn’t dead.

So, everything that happened yesterday morning was nothing but a show? Even Eloise has been lying

to me?

could not accept that

everyone have to side with that

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everyone’s attention was drawn to the reunited family of three, she cleared her throat and let out a cough that was neither too soft nor

you of your crimes!” Her gaze

resting her chin on one hand and asking with great

attacked me, causing severe injuries that landed me in the hospital. The evidence is irrefutable! How do you

of Natasha’s tightly clenched

distorting the truth. Ms. Mossey.” A hint of disdain and amusement flashed across Gwendolyn’s face. “I

want now!”

dropped, she raised her

said, a group of police suddenly

surrounded Natasha

are you

she held onto

Inez’s car accident, kidnapping Jennifer, and hiring someone for the frame-up.

in charge showed her his police badge and had someone

explain! You can’t arrest me!” Natasha

her arm behind her back and swiftly snapped on the handcuffs, saying, “We’ll find out if it’s you once we

since been left speechless, and the cameras in their hands were reduced to mere decorations.

police, it

of camera flashes targeted Natasha’s flustered face, and the sound of shutters clicked

intentions ever since she came back!” Madelyn accused Natasha passionately, not forgetting to add fuel to the

furious, too. He picked up the microphone on the stage and

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disgrace brought upon the Mossey family, and I assure everyone that I, Jerome Mossey, will not tolerate such a disgraceful family member. I solemnly announce to the public that, starting today. Natasha Mossey will no longer be the heir to Mossey Group, and I

she had left in

initial despairing tears gradually transformed into unrestrained laughter.

laughter sounded

she was forcibly dragged

Mossey residence, Noah slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight streaming in through the window.

secluded servants” quarters,