After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 76

"No, don't worry. I took all the blame on myself. After the boss left, he ordered me to be imprisoned. That's why I was seriously injured. I escaped while the group was drunk at night."

Charlotte listened to his words and was stunned in place, and her eyes were full of dismay.

"Boss will not retain me anymore, and will even hold me responsible and dispose of me strictly. Can you take me in for a while? I'm injured and can't run far. But when I get better, I'll leave immediately."

Seeing Charlotte frozen, he didn't continue.

He hastily added humbly and eagerly, "Don't worry. I won't give you any trouble."

"That ... allows me to think about it." Charlotte subconsciously took a step back, "I'll try to take care of this properly."

Fred, who had lost Melvin's trust, was no longer of any value to her. But if she offended him openly, he would expose all of her wrongdoings after he left the Matthews’ House, which would be even more detrimental to her.

In order to ensure that the plan was foolproof, she can only pretend to care for him and take him in for a few days first.

"Of course it's no problem. You're hurt like this now. I can't just sit back and watch." Charlotte tugged on his sleeve, "I'll let you stay at the inferior room for the next two days. Is that okay?"

"I'm grateful that Miss Matthews is willing to take me in and give me a place to live, so how can I feel wronged?"

Fred looked at her excitedly with a look of sincerity and affection.

Charlotte answered with a smile on her face, but the moment she turned around, her face went cold.

What was the point of talking about return when he was obviously a worthless piece of shit?

Fred limped behind her. His eyes kept following her back and his heart admired her more.

After Charlotte set him up, she gave a few brief explanations and went back to her room.

She sat up in bed and made a phone call again. A shady look appeared on her face once again.

"When the dust settles tomorrow, I want you to kill him and put an end to it forever by using whatever method you have."

Without waiting for a response from the person on the other side, Charlotte coldly hung up the phone and threw it on the nightstand.

Early the next morning.

Charlotte woke up early to freshen up and make sure she appeared flawlessly in front of the press.

Media reporters from all walks of life had long been outside the arena, holding cameras and microphones, and trying to get the first exclusive photos.

Charlotte elegantly and calmly got out of the car and gave a decent smile to the camera lens.

"I'm glad to see you all here today. And today I will fulfill the promise that my fiancé, Mr. Freeman, gave to you. Because Mr. Freeman has a temporary matter to deal with, so I will open this reception and I will reveal the final truth for you."

She looked around the room without fear and picked up the speech she had already prepared.

Journalists whispered about her confident atmosphere.

She became more and more proud of herself after hearing the compliments from the reporters in the front row.

"Just a short time ago, my fiancé's ex-wife, Miss Carroll, secretly bribed thugs to frame me. And I got serious injury and stayed at the hospital for a week, during which a wreath was sent to insult me as I'm sure the public knows."

"Originally I wanted to reconcile the party concerned, but I didn't expect that she would be so heartless as to take my sister Abigail, who has become a vegetable, away from the hospital and brutally kill her!"

Charlotte excitedly stated Lyra's "crime", and even squeezed out tears when she pretended to be emotional.

The reporters were in an uproar and began to talk to each other.

On the stage, Charlotte continued her vocal accusations.

"This reception today is not only to clear my name, but to speak out against her evil deeds! We, the Matthews family, will not tolerate such bullying!"

Her words were like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring up a thousand waves in the room.

The reporters and the crowd of onlookers were shocked by her words and began to explode into a loud discussion.

"Miss Matthews' statement must be based on something. Can you show us the evidence? It is really difficult to convince the audience completely with empty words." A reporter questioned.

"Of course, speaking from evidence, no one is exempt."

Charlotte was prepared for this and cast the evidence, forged in advance, onto a large screen behind her.

She turned sideways and showed the crowd the image on the screen, "This is the transaction record and screenshot of Lyra buying the fighter and deliberately hurting me. And this is the hospital surveillance when she took my sister ..."

As soon as a few pictures were released, some righteously indignant journalists stood up.

"This is a society governed by the rule of law. She's too arrogant! A life for a life! Let's go to the Angle Group together and get a statement!"

"That's right! There is strength in numbers. We are not afraid of them!"

The journalists on the scene all stood up, and the crowd outside the arena was infected by their anger.

Charlotte stood on the stage, looking at all that she made. The corners of her mouth could not help but curl upwards.

"I'm afraid Miss Matthews got carried away too soon. The so-called truth you present to everyone is the opposite of the truth."

A clear female voice, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of high heels hitting the ground, rang out.

Although it was not loud, it was extremely penetrating.

The crowd's boisterous shouting came to an abrupt halt.

Charlotte glanced back and her gentle smile gradually froze on her face.

Lyra, in a burgundy slim fishtail dress, walked slowly, as if a red rose, dangerous and charming.

With a smile on her face, she looked directly at Charlotte with no fear at all.

"You, you are not dead?!"

Charlotte looked at her in shock.

"Where did Miss Matthews learn of my death? There was no news about me released in the past few days. Could it be that Miss Matthews sent someone to kill me?"

Lyra caught her in a loophole and immediately recriminated.

The reporters and the crowd turned their heads to Charlotte and waited for her answer.

The large venue was silent, leaving Lyra standing outside the crowd and staring at her.

Charlotte quickly realized that there was still media present and immediately regained her composure and took it in stride, "I just heard about it. It's nothing to dwell on."

"But since you're here, there's something I can confront you with in court." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She was aggressive and determined not to let go the thing about Abigail, "Why did you take my sister from the hospital that day and operate on her without the consent of the Matthews family, causing her to have an accident?"

"If you do these things just to target me, then come at me. My sister is innocent!"

She showed a pitiful expression and tilted her head in a feigned stubbornness, with tears shining in her eyes .

These words made the crowd, which had just been filled with righteous indignation, wake up as if from a dream and make a big fuss, clamoring for Lyra's life for a life!

Lyra was not angry at being denounced by everyone.

She wrapped her arms around her chest and gave a cold laugh.

"What a great speech from Miss Matthews, but unfortunately you're about to be proven wrong."