My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 928: Exposé

Chapter 928: Exposé

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

Mr. Bell also showed a slight pause, his expression somewhat uneasy.Yet, Ayan and Camille's reactions clearly indicated they wereunperturbed by this revelation.

The four of them sat in the hall, conversing for quite some time. Mr. Belldid most of the talking, Ayan responded briefly, and Mrs. Bell engagedin a wordless exchange with Camille. It was only as they were about todepart that Mrs. Bell leaned in close to Camille and whispered, "Cami, Itruly apologize for what I said to you that day. I did intend to use you topersuade Ayan against Mr. Mikkola. He's proven to be quite a handful,and we were replaceing it hard to deal with him. But, everything I told youwas sincere.”

"Mrs. Bell, I'm not involved in this matter, so the truth or falsehood ofyour words doesn't matter to me. However, if you truly feel threatenedby him, it's best to make a plan sooner rather than later. Continuouslydealing with this situation isn't wise. What do you think?" Camilleresponded 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 wasunmistakable.

And so, the chaos around charitable project faded away, settling intothe annals of time. However, Ayan's unwavering decisions andpersistence would eventually lead to significant rewards. As for theothers, regret would follow.

Yet, all these were stories for another time. At present, each personhad their own busy affairs to attend to. Simultaneously, a media outletin Flento City released a teaser for an upcoming livestream.

The headline read: "At 3 PM, Prominent Socialite Reveals Deceptionby Fiance."

From this headline, readers deduced the identity of the individual as asocialite from Flento City. The gossipmongers began speculating,attempting to determine the actual person through process ofelimination.

Flento City's social circles buzzed with excitement. But until theindividual's identity was officially revealed, speculation was all thatremained.

Around 1 PM.

In a high-end café in Flento City, two young women sat facing eachother. Both were strikingly beautiful but of different types.

Observing each other, neither seemed surprised by the meeting. Infact, they engaged in open dialogue. "I believe my identity is notunfamiliar to you, correct?" Molly began.

"And mine to you."

Zoie, dressed in light-colored clothing, smiled slightly. Her eyes shiftedslightly as she looked across at Molly. "So, Miss Walker, did youarrange this meeting for a reason?"

Molly responded with a faint smile. Indeed, she had initiated thismeeting with Zoie. Over time, they had come to know each other'sidentities. The opportunity was ripe, and meeting seemed fitting.However, neither of them anticipated such a peaceful encounter. Ithardly matched their respective statuses.

Molly looked at Zoie with a calm expression and said, "Miss Reid, youdon't seem surprised that I invited you to meet?"

"Of course not. After all, Miss Walker isn't unaware that I came toFlento City, right? It's just that you are quicker than I anticipated. Itseems my predictions weren't accurate enough," Zoie replied with agentle smile, her gaze devoid of any hostility, instead carrying a hint ofwarmth.

Molly had shed her previous brashness and arrogance. Now, sheexuded a sense of tranquility that had been refined through life. It wasas if she held all the cards, and this newfound confidence made herhard to be ignored.

Molly looked at Zoie, her gaze calm and gentle, as she asked, "MissReid, is your attachment to him genuine? Do you truly want to be hiswife 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 theanswer myself. However, I can tell you one thing for certain: he hasnever been the person to offer me a future. Right from the start, I knewthat all he wanted was my appearance and my compliance, to have awell-behaved, obedient partner.”

Molly nodded thoughtfully. "Since you understand his nature, why didyou still invest your young life in him?"

"Miss Walker, aren't you in a similar situation?" Zoie smiled gently andadded, "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 tiedmyself to him. You, on the other hand, didn't have a choice. You weredragged into this, weren't you?" Molly's voice carried a hint offrostiness, revealing a layer of detachment and composure thatcontrasted with her usual flamboyance and arrogance.

"However, even if it's not me, I still had other options. Miss Walker, areyou looking for a peaceful conversation with me, or would you ratherargue endlessly with someone else?" Zoie cleared her throat softly andinquired, "Miss Walker, why did you bring me here? Feel free to speakyour mind; I assure you, I'm willing to listen.”

Molly seemed somewhat skeptical, but seeing the sincerity in Zoie'sexpression and considering she had initiated this meeting, Molly choseto trust Zoie rather than second-guess herself.

Molly took a silent deep breath before slowly beginning to speak. AsMolly spoke, Zoie's expression grew serious. Her gaze held a vacantlook for a few seconds after Molly finished speaking. Finally, sheresponded, "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 thediscussion concluded, Molly stood up first and addressed Zoie, "I hopewe 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 beforeyou go. Never let him replace out that we've been in contact. Let thismeeting be our first and last, and from now on, we shall pretend not toknow each other.”

This was something Molly had made clear from the beginning, and itwas crucial to ensuring the safety of both her and Zoie.

It was better to bring some matters to a close. Instead of endlesslyinternalizing and festering issues, an open, candid conversation wasmore advisable.

After Molly left, Zoie retrieved her phone from her bag. She typed out amessage, sent it, and promptly deleted the content. She then sippedher coffee and departed from the café.

Flento City enjoyed unusually fine weather that day. The sun shonebrightly, the sky was clear and blue, uplifting everyone's spirits.

Gazing at the cloudless sky, Zoie couldn't help but smile. She thencontinued on her way in the direction from which she had come.

An hour later, a majority of Flento City's netizens were eagerly awaitingthe media's livestream.

However, as time ticked by, the clock struck three, and there was stillno activity.

Impatient comments flooded the media outlet's official account: "What'sgoing on? It's already time. Why haven't they released the informationyet?"

"Are they trying to deceive us?"

“They're probably doing this intentionally for attention, with no regardfor their reputation, right?"

"Hurry up, I want to see the scoop. Just tell us who the socialite is sowe 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 beenpaid, and thus, there was no exposé to reveal?