Chapter 34
My Wife Is A Masquerade Master
Seeing that public opinion had turned against Madison, the girls cried more pitifully.
The more they acted like this, the louder the accusations against Madison became. It seemed like everyone had forgotten that it was the students who picked up the fight and Madison was the victim.
Micah clicked his tongue and said, âNeville, these girls arenât simple. Your exâwife has met her match.â
Neville was surrounded by a menacing aura. He didnât know why he was so angry, and he wanted to sew these peopleâs mouths shut..
It seemed like Madison could only be bullied by him. If someone else bullied her, it made him feel irritated.
However, Neville was arrogant. Although Madison knew he was here, she never signaled for his help. If he stepped forward to defend her, he probably wouldnât gain anything good. Instead, she might misunderstand him, thinking he still had lingering feelings for her.
When prey fell into a trap, they would treat the first person to rescue them as an accomplice in their capture and might even bite back. Only when they were exhausted would they show friendliness and gratitude.
Neville thought that when Madison couldnât deal with the girls, she would ask for his help.
At that time, he would teach her how to deal with cunning people. For example, she should not give them a chance to retaliate.
Seeing Neville remain silent, Micah didnât want to get involved in the matter. After all, he wanted to enjoy the show.
Faced with the aggressive crowd, Madison suddenly laughed lightly. Her eyes were cold, strangely charming, but her words were as sharp as a cold knife. âIf selling blood can raise 4 million dollars, then you can go sell blood. Do you want me to contact medical personnel for you?â
The crowd was stunned, not expecting her to be so ruthless.
Kara and the others were baffled and didnât know how to respond.
After a while, Kara, with red eyes, said, âHow could you be so merciless? You actually suggest that we sell blood?â
Raquel wiped her tears and added, â4 million dollars is not a small amount. Even if we drained all the blood from our bodies, we wouldnât be able to gather so much money.â
People around joined in. âMiss, donât corner them. Youâll reap what you do. Just be lenient.â
âIt seems the more beautiful a woman is, the more malicious she will be. She doesnât even respect othersâ lives.
As the people supported them, Kara and the others cried even more miserably. It seemed like they would be forced to sell blood. However, they couldnât hide the excitement in their hearts.
Even if she won, so what? She would still face criticism. Our goal was to help Daisy vent her anger.
After achieving the goal, we could get our bags, just as Daisy had promised,â they thought.
Thinking of this, Kara and the others cried harder. Hidden in the corner, Daisy was more delighted. She planned to capture the video of Madison being scolded by the crowd and send it to her mother.
Since Madison smashed the vases, Regina seemed to have lost her spiritual support and appeared melancholic.
Madison glanced indifferently at the crowd and said, âIt seems youâve misunderstood something. came here to shop, but these students deliberately poured yogurt on my head and picked a fight. I planned to let them go, but they got aggressive, accusing my bag and scarf of being knockoffs.â
She paused for a moment and continued, âWhether my items are genuine or not is none of their business, but they continuously attacked me, scolded me, and cursed me. Even this bet was initiated by them.
âI didnât want to argue with them, but they were aggressive the whole time. If I didnât fight back, they would push their luck. So I accepted the bet they proposed. However, they demanded that I streak if my bag and scarl were genuine. I donât know why I am insulted like this by them. Is it just because Iâm carrying a Collins bag?
âIf they succeeded, I would be on the trending list for being a streaker. If a woman gains such a title, what will her life become? Furthermore, this compensation was suggested by them. You should tell whoâs on the right.
âI know that people tend to favor the weak, but are the weak truly innocent? If tears could really elicit sympathy from everyone, I wouldnât mind putting on a show, but I disdain doing so. I only hope that you all wonât be biased and be rational when judging a conflict.â
The crowd fell into silence after hearing Madisonâs words. Madison was right. They didnât know the ins and outs of the whole story and only came to see the show after hearing about the streaking.
Without clear evidence, they had no right to accuse anyone.
Micah said, âSheâs clever. She revealed the girlâs wrongdoings and told the crowd about the whole story. Itâs truly convincing. Look, the crowd is speechless. I donât think you have different ideas, right?
âI believe she could easily subdue your vain mother and arrogant sister with her eloquence. Why did she endure three years of suffering? I feel sorry for her.â
Love could indeed make Madison give up her pride and be humble, but Neville didnât cherish her.
Neville didnât know how to retort. In his eyes, Madison had always been gentle and obedient. Even when he treated her rudely, she would swallow all grievances, cover up all scars, and smile sweetly at him.
No matter how badly he treated her, Madison would never leave him.
So when he saw her sharpness and brilliance, Neville was stunned by her.
Madison should have belonged to him, but she had left him now.
For some reason, Neville felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
Neville said coldly, âI never thought of abandoning her. She proposed to divorce.â