Chapter 41
My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Lucilleâs lips curled into a smile.
She didnât expect that his sharp tongue could be even more dangerous than her own.
When she looked up again, she saw that Joseph was already in front of her. He reached out to her and said, âLetâs go home.â
Lucille hesitated for two seconds. She knew that he was trying to help her out, so she placed her hand in his palm.
âOkay.â
The two left hand in hand.
However, after taking just a few steps, she heard Zoeyâs voice from behind. âLucille, Samuel is going to be here soon. You still canât let go of him, right? Tell that to his face, then! After all⦠he is someone you have loved for so many years.â
Clearly, she was trying to indirectly tell Joseph that there was someone in Lucilleâs heart and that he would be making a fool of himself if he married her.
Joseph raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to speak, Lucille suddenly laughed. Without looking back, she replied, âZoey, I really hope you and Samuel stay together for a hundred years.â
She truly meant it.
They were such a good match for each other, after all. Even their narcissism and self-confidence were exactly the same!
They had better stick together forever instead of separating and hurting others.
After that, Lucille and Joseph got into the car. Culver closed the door and drove away.
Zoey stood where she was. Her face, which had always maintained a well-behaved and pure expression, twisted due to anger. Even her eyes were full of great hatred.
Then, she turned around without hesitation and happened to see the reporter who had just interviewed Lucille emerging with a camera.
Zoey stepped forward. She grabbed the reporterâs arm, and ordered, âDelete all of the footage that youâve just taken of me!â
Those reporters happened to come just as she was being beaten by that woman. If a video like that got out, it would be horrible for her image and reputation.
The reporter spread out his hands. âNo can do.â
âIâll give you money. Two hundred thousand dollars,â she offered.
âThatâs too little, Miss Johnson. There are so many of us.â
âFive hundred thousand!â Lucille gritted her teeth. âThatâs my limit. If you wonât take it, then donât even think about earning a single cent!â
The reporter and the photographer behind him looked at each other and finally agreed. âDeal.â
Then, they deleted all of the footage of Zoey right in front of her.
Only then did she feel a little more satisfied. With a glint in her eyes, she pointed at the section of the footage where the reporters had interviewed Lucille and said, âIâll add another hundred thousand for you to publish this section and stir up some drama! Iâm sure I donât need to tell you what to do or say, do I?â
What she needed to do was turn the public against Lucille.
Becoming a public enemy was the only thing worse than being criticized.
The reporter instantly understood and was a little surprised at the same time. He didnât expect the seemingly innocent and lovely adopted daughter of the Jules family to have such a cruel natureâ¦
Naturally, money was power. He immediately agreed. âDeal!â
Lucille gave him the money in a straightforward manner. After the reporters left, Samuel finally arrived.
âAre you okay, Zoey?â he asked.
He looked Zoey up and down before finally relaxing.
Lucille shook her head, but her eyes gradually turned red. âSamuelâ¦â
She threw herself into Samuelâs arms and told him what had just happened at the gate of the police station. She did not mention that she was the one who had called those parents and instead kept pushing the blame onto Lucille âI-I just want to help my classmates. I didnât want Lucille to be criticized by others, so I tried to give her some advice. I didnât expect that she would pin the blame directly onto me and even let the angry parents hurt meâ¦. Sob! It hurts, Samuel.â
She rolled up her sleeves. There was a scratch on her arm and a bruise.
Samuel was furious, and his face went dark.
âNo. I canât let you suffer like this. Letâs go and get even with her now!â he declared.