Chapter 928: Exposé

Chapter 928: Exposé

However, there was a faint smile on his face, a smile so subtle it was

almost nonexistent.

Mr. Bell also showed a slight pause, his expression somewhat uneasy.

Yet, Ayan and Camille's reactions clearly indicated they were

unperturbed by this revelation.

The four of them sat in the hall, conversing for quite some time. Mr. Bell

did most of the talking, Ayan responded briefly, and Mrs. Bell engaged

in a wordless exchange with Camille. It was only as they were about to

depart that Mrs. Bell leaned in close to Camille and whispered, "Cami, I

truly apologize for what I said to you that day. I did intend to use you to

persuade Ayan against Mr. Mikkola. He's proven to be quite a handful,

and we were finding it hard to deal with him. But, everything I told you

was sincere.”

"Mrs. Bell, I'm not involved in this matter, so the truth or falsehood of

your words doesn't matter to me. However, if you truly feel threatened

by him, it's best to make a plan sooner rather than later. Continuously

dealing with this situation isn't wise. What do you think?" Camille

responded calmly.

"Yes, you're right. We'll figure something out. We're sorry for this,” Mr.

and Mrs. Bell humbly conveyed their apologies, and their sincerity was

unmistakable.

And so, the chaos around charitable project faded away, settling into

the annals of time. However, Ayan's unwavering decisions and

persistence would eventually lead to significant rewards. As for the

others, regret would follow.

Yet, all these were stories for another time. At present, each person

had their own busy affairs to attend to. Simultaneously, a media outlet

in Flento City released a teaser for an upcoming livestream.

The headline read: "At 3 PM, Prominent Socialite Reveals Deception

by Fiance."

From this headline, readers deduced the identity of the individual as a

socialite from Flento City. The gossipmongers began speculating,

attempting to determine the actual person through process of

elimination.

Flento City's social circles buzzed with excitement. But until the

individual's identity was officially revealed, speculation was all that

remained.

Around 1 PM.

In a high-end café in Flento City, two young women sat facing each

other. Both were strikingly beautiful but of different types.

Observing each other, neither seemed surprised by the meeting. In

fact, they engaged in open dialogue. "I believe my identity is not

unfamiliar to you, correct?" Molly began.

"And mine to you."

Zoie, dressed in light-colored clothing, smiled slightly. Her eyes shifted

slightly as she looked across at Molly. "So, Miss Walker, did you

arrange this meeting for a reason?"

Molly responded with a faint smile. Indeed, she had initiated this

meeting with Zoie. Over time, they had come to know each other's

identities. The opportunity was ripe, and meeting seemed fitting.

However, neither of them anticipated such a peaceful encounter. It

hardly matched their respective statuses.

Molly looked at Zoie with a calm expression and said, "Miss Reid, you

don't seem surprised that I invited you to meet?"

"Of course not. After all, Miss Walker isn't unaware that I came to

Flento City, right? It's just that you are quicker than I anticipated. It

seems my predictions weren't accurate enough," Zoie replied with a

gentle smile, her gaze devoid of any hostility, instead carrying a hint of

warmth.

Molly had shed her previous brashness and arrogance. Now, she

exuded a sense of tranquility that had been refined through life. It was

as if she held all the cards, and this newfound confidence made her

hard to be ignored.

Molly looked at Zoie, her gaze calm and gentle, as she asked, "Miss

Reid, is your attachment to him genuine? Do you truly want to be his

wife and build your a future together?"

Zoie blinked in slight surprise before answering truthfully, "Miss Walker,

I can't provide an answer to that question because I don't know the

answer myself. However, I can tell you one thing for certain: he has

never been the person to offer me a future. Right from the start, I knew

that all he wanted was my appearance and my compliance, to have a

well-behaved, obedient partner.”

Molly nodded thoughtfully. "Since you understand his nature, why did

you still invest your young life in him?"

"Miss Walker, aren't you in a similar situation?" Zoie smiled gently and

added, "You're well aware of who he is, yet you chose to stay with him,

didn't you?"

"Because from the very beginning, I was the one who willingly tied

myself to him. You, on the other hand, didn't have a choice. You were

dragged into this, weren't you?" Molly's voice carried a hint of

frostiness, revealing a layer of detachment and composure that

contrasted with her usual flamboyance and arrogance.

"However, even if it's not me, I still had other options. Miss Walker, are

you looking for a peaceful conversation with me, or would you rather

argue endlessly with someone else?" Zoie cleared her throat softly and

inquired, "Miss Walker, why did you bring me here? Feel free to speak

your mind; I assure you, I'm willing to listen.”

Molly seemed somewhat skeptical, but seeing the sincerity in Zoie's

expression and considering she had initiated this meeting, Molly chose

to trust Zoie rather than second-guess herself.

Molly took a silent deep breath before slowly beginning to speak. As

Molly spoke, Zoie's expression grew serious. Her gaze held a vacant

look for a few seconds after Molly finished speaking. Finally, she

responded, "Miss Walker, can you truly bear it?"

Molly merely smiled without uttering a word.

For over an hour, the two women conversed in the café. After the

discussion concluded, Molly stood up first and addressed Zoie, "I hope

we have a pleasant collaboration.”

“Indeed, a pleasant collaboration,” Zoie responded in kind.

Molly smiled at her, saying, "You should wait a bit after I leave before

you go. Never let him find out that we've been in contact. Let this

meeting be our first and last, and from now on, we shall pretend not to

know each other.”

This was something Molly had made clear from the beginning, and it

was crucial to ensuring the safety of both her and Zoie.

It was better to bring some matters to a close. Instead of endlessly

internalizing and festering issues, an open, candid conversation was

more advisable.

After Molly left, Zoie retrieved her phone from her bag. She typed out a

message, sent it, and promptly deleted the content. She then sipped

her coffee and departed from the café.

Flento City enjoyed unusually fine weather that day. The sun shone

brightly, the sky was clear and blue, uplifting everyone's spirits.

Gazing at the cloudless sky, Zoie couldn't help but smile. She then

continued on her way in the direction from which she had come.

An hour later, a majority of Flento City's netizens were eagerly awaiting

the media's livestream.

However, as time ticked by, the clock struck three, and there was still

no activity.

Impatient comments flooded the media outlet's official account: "What's

going on? It's already time. Why haven't they released the information

yet?"

"Are they trying to deceive us?"

“They're probably doing this intentionally for attention, with no regard

for their reputation, right?"

"Hurry up, I want to see the scoop. Just tell us who the socialite is so

we can investigate ourselves!"

The netizens grew increasingly agitated, yet the media remained silent.

It was as if they had simply released a smokescreen and nothing more.

Simultaneously, speculation emerged that perhaps money had been

paid, and thus, there was no exposé to reveal?