Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 98: Accidents at the memorial service

"Mrs. Atkins, you can't say that. adri is my BFF and I know exactly what kind of person she is."

Theresa held Adriana in her arms and was particularly protective.

But Adriana's gaze was dead on Brenden, and her eyes were filled with anger.

If the eyes can kill people, her sharp gaze will certainly be its death by a thousand cuts.

"You know it well? What are you clear about? My daughter had a car accident for no reason, it was her

sister so-called, and I now suspect that she had planned to kill my daughter for a long time."

Mrs. Atkins is not willing to give up and is determined to get justice for Gisselle.

When confronted by Mrs. Atkins, Adriana could not say a word.

In addition to the fiery pain in her cheeks, there was a gush of pain in her heart that made her ache for

life.

"Mom, this matter is still under investigation. You ......"

Feeling Adriana's stern gaze, Brenden only unhurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mr. Atkins, "Shut up, you have

nothing to do with this matter. He is your wife, if you can't even take care of your own wife, what do you

need?"

The scene was so rowdy that a memorial service turned into a farcical scene.

Faced with the Atkins family's accusations, reporters swarmed forward, taking all sorts of photos and

catching the latest news and information.

Adriana suddenly felt like a clown, no dignity, shame.

"What's going on?"

At that moment, Peter walked in, his face cold and questioning.

At the same time, his gaze fell on Adriana's cheek, looking at the clear finger marks on her cheek, his

brow furrowed in some displeasure.

"Peter, it's good that you're here. I heard that Adriana is an employee of your company. I'd like to ask

you, how did this little bitchy hoof get into your company? Someone told me that she was the last door

and someone forced her into the company!"

Mrs. Atkins confronted her directly with an extremely arrogant attitude.

"Mrs. Atkins, today is Auntie's memorial day, and you have to make such a mess of it on her memorial

day? Do you think your daughter is in heaven and will have peace?"

Peter stepped in front of Adriana and blocked her.

"Humph, people are dead. My daughter won't have peace until we find the murderer!" Mr. Atkins was

furious.

He walked up to Peter, "What are you protecting her for? Could it be that she is related to you?"

"Of course it matters."

Peter admitted it directly.

"Oh my God, it's not like Mr. Alston is having an affair with her too, is it?"

"Then she's too resourceful to have two boats on her feet."

"Awesome, awesome."

"It's so cheap and shameless."

......

The people around us were harsh in their words and spoke very harshly.

"Well, this shameless bitch, stealing my daughter's husband and even having an affair with you, do you

know that you have a fiancee?"

Mr. Atkins was so angry that he pointed at Adriana and cursed angrily.

"Mr. Lu is at least a businessman, he should know to speak and act on evidence. Otherwise it is

slander!"

He spoke for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he added, "It was my intention that Adriana

enter the company. Any questions?"

A very simple sentence, but a heavy weight.

A word to the four seats.

Theresa looked at Peter's back incredulously, her heart surging with sourness and jealousy, looking at

Adriana's eyes with a little more ruthlessness.

In particular, she noticed that Adriana was looking at Peter with a meaningful look that made her feel as

if there were some ambiguous feelings.

Naturally, in the midst of this tense atmosphere, no one noticed Brenden's sexy and handsome face

emerged with a conspiratorial smile, as if everything was under his control.

"Peter, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't have to interfere."

Brenden walked out, pulled Adriana from Theresa's arms, stood in front of Mr. Atkins and Mrs. Atkins,

and said, "There is something that I have been wanting to tell you. In fact, Gisselle and I have long

been divorced, only she is afraid that you and Dad ...... no, should be called uncle from now on."

He waved to his assistant, who came forward and handed him something.

"This is our divorce agreement and divorce certificate. We already agreed to divorce half a year ago,

but we just haven't informed you guys. Since you have always wanted to know about Adri, I might as

well tell you directly. I like her a lot and promised her a family, so I'm taking this opportunity to make it

public as a promise I made to her."

He wrapped his arm around Adriana's waist with a very serious attitude.

"You're talking nonsense, how is it possible!"

Mr. Atkins face blue, a tear over the divorce agreement and divorce papers, shaking with anger, lifting a

page to take a look at, is indeed the biological daughter's autograph. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Brenden, what are you up to? My daughter is dead, what do you mean you're telling me now? We

don't even know if you're faking! I now seriously suspect that this matter has something to do with you

too!"

Mr. Atkins doted on his daughter to the utmost, and the death of his daughter hit him hard, so of course

it was hard to accept.

"Uncle, Peter has a saying that is right. To speak and act with evidence, you are slandering without

evidence."

Brenden's attitude is slightly cold, long gone is the respect and courtesy of the party.

"Brenden, you bastard, what did you say when you married my daughter? Now my daughter's bones

are still cold, and you treat her like this? I'll beat you to death!"

Mrs. Atkins could not accept the change in Brenden's attitude and lunged at him like a shrew, swinging

her hands at him.

Brenden took a step back with Adriana in his arms, and his assistant immediately stepped forward and

blocked Mrs. Atkins, "Mrs. Atkins, please behave yourself, or I'll call security."

"Brenden is hooked up with Adriana, the vixen, and they may have killed my daughter. If we didn't have

the Atkins family, would you have been able to get a foothold in the Alston Group? You're a useless

piece of shit. You are a loser, my daughter doesn't mind you, but you still mind my daughter?"

Mrs. Atkins hissed hysterically, calling Brenden a loser.

At once, murmurs arose.

"So that's it, Brenden's not fertile?"

"Tsk ...... It's over now, Brenden can never be the true heir to The Alston family."

"In vain, I didn't think it was a non-lifter."

"That's hilarious."

......

"Auntie and uncle, do you think your daughter is a good thing? Just because I don't say anything

doesn't mean I don't know anything, I just want to give Gisselle some face. Don't go too far."

"Brenden what do you mean? You white-eyed wolf, believe it or not I'll get you killed?"

"You murderer, give back my daughter!"

The couple's tempers flared and they lunged towards the two.

The assistant couldn't stop it and was pushed aside.

Mrs. Atkins grabbed the incense burner on the altar and smashed it at Adriana.

A time of dust, the incense burner arced out and flew straight in her direction.