Millionaire In Love With Me

“Miss Mond, about this incident, why have you remained silent?”

“The truth of the matter has come out and you have been wrongly accused. May I ask what your future plans are?”

“Did you offend someone to get revenge?”

“Who is helping you when your case is investigated clearly?”

“May I ask what you think of your relationship with the Cheal family?”

…

Vivian was dressed in a black tweed coat with a red scarf, her short hair set off her cheeks in an extraordinarily fair and rosy manner, beautiful and stunning.

She stood with her head held high in front of the many reporters, looking at the microphones pestling over one by one, maintaining a polite smile despite some dislike, “I have plenty of time to accept everyone’s interviews. But I would also like everyone to come one by one and ask questions.”

A single word stabilized the chaotic situation.

The reporters didn’t chatter and chase after each other like they did earlier, but quietened down and asked questions one by one.

“Miss Mond, what do you think about what happened at the wedding?”

“Do you have any resentment towards the Cheal family for spilling the beans on your affairs?”

“What are you going to do about your wedding company in the future?”

“Do you plan to sue Tristan?”

…

The reporters asked several questions, and Vivian slightly raised her hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

Only then did she say, “The matters at the wedding have been fully handed over to the police, and I have no right to interfere. However, as the wedding host, we have an unshirkable responsibility and naturally need a certain amount of compensation and indemnity.”

“After the accident at the wedding, the Cheal family did not ignore it, but kept giving me the opportunity to handle the matter on my own as a way to train me. But the fact is, after I called the police, the police did their best to investigate the matter, naturally without the help of the Cheal family. I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to the L City Police.”

Vivian stood in front of the camera and bowed.

She bowed for three seconds before she straightened up and continued to address the reporters, “As for the wedding company you are concerned about, unfortunately, it has been announced that it has closed down. To make up for the financial loss of the employees, I have given each of them three months’ salary as a token of apology. Finally, Tristan.”

Vivian’s eyebrows knitted slightly, seemingly hesitating.

But at that moment, someone suddenly ran this way, “Miss Mond? Miss Mond?”

The crowd turned around and saw Mandy holding the swaddled baby and bringing Tristan’s mother along with her.

The two squeezed into the crowd and Tristan’s mother knelt down in front of Vivian with a poof, grabbing her trouser leg, “Miss Mond, I beg you, can you let my son go? Our family can’t be without a son.”

“Miss Mond, I know it’s Tristan who has wronged you, but can you spare Tristan?” Mandy hugged her child, wrapped in thick home pajamas, not caring in the least about her image.

The reporters, not expecting to wait for Tristan’s mother and his wife, held up their cameras for another crackle of shots.

Vivian’s face sank slightly and her cold eyes glanced at the old woman kneeling on the ground, “Get up.”

“No, if you don’t let my son go, I’ll die on my knees in front of you … I lost my son anyway, I couldn’t care more. Whoops …”

The old woman cried while reaching out and patting her thighs, “Alas, life is so hard …”

“Mom, what are you doing, hurry up and get up, let’s have a good talk.” Seeing that Vivian did not look good, she bent down to yank the old woman up, but the old woman was reluctant.

She pushed away Many, “If you hadn’t insisted on going to work, would you have caused such a mess?”

“Mom, am I to blame for this? Your son is incapable of earning money, and when I came to work part-time at Miss Mond’s office during my pregnancy, she not only didn’t mind me, but also took care of me in every way. But Tristan, took money and falsely accused Miss Mond, do you know that I am ashamed because of him!”

Mandy couldn’t help but roar.

“I don’t care about all that, I want my son, … help, my son is gone, give my son back.”

The old woman grabbed a corner of Vivian’s trench coat and cried out, shamelessly.

Vivian shook her head, looking at Many, “The police have already opened a case, and everything will go according to the process, I can’t withdraw the case.”

“What do you mean you can’t withdraw the case? You are the plaintiff, as long as you withdraw the case, the police will immediately release my son.” The old woman pointed at Vivian and yelled, grabbing her clothes and not letting go.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“If I remember correctly, you were also an accomplice in the ‘beating’ drama staged with Tristan and the reporter. But because you’re an old woman and Mandy had a baby, I didn’t hold you responsible. Don’t be insensitive.”

“Miss Mond, I’m sorry, I know it’s my mother and Tristan’s fault. But my child really can’t be without a father.”

Mandy said weeping tears.

Vivian shook her head, “I’ve done everything I can. I can’t help you with Tristan’s matter.”

It wasn’t that she couldn’t help, but that she had already helped too much.

If it hadn’t been for Morris taking Tristan away that day, Tristan would have been a corpse by now.

She tugged at her clothes and said in a cold voice to the old woman, “Let go.”

“I won’t let go, if you don’t let the police release my son, I won’t let you go today.” She played rascal.

“Since you like to kneel, then kneel as you want.”

Vivian pulled out her mobile phone, only to see her dashingly take off her trench coat, turn around and walk away.

She turned around magnificently, leaving behind the old woman and Mandy, who were kneeling on the ground and frozen, as well as a group of reporters.

Those reporters still wanted to chase after her, but Vivian had already entered the district, and there were several security guards standing at the entrance, blocking the way.

The reporters had no choice but to hold their microphones and interview Mandy and the old woman.

Vivian returned to her home, washed up and lay down on her bed, feeling extraordinarily comfortable.

At this time, a text message came from her mobile phone from Yara.

[Read Microblog, quick, quick, quick.]

Vivian opened Microblog with suspicion, and saw a hot search for “Tristan’s rogue mother” on the hot search list.

Perhaps it was because the attention to this matter was too high, making the interview at the entrance of the flat a hot search in a very short period of time.

Many netizens commented below.

“Shrew, for sure.”

“She is shameless.”

“Holy shit, how fucking shameless. She got Vivian ruined reputation and now she wanted Vivian to withdraw the case.”

“How can there be such people?”

“Vivian is so pathetic, I suddenly feel sorry for her.”

“It’s good that justice has been done, otherwise her life would have been ruined. I apologize for my previous reckless behavior.”

“How could Mandy have the nerve to come and beg Vivian to let her husband go? Vivian gave her 200, 000 in compensation before.”

“That’s true. The point is that Mandy is fine.”

“Greedy.”

“Is Miss Mond still running the shop? I’d like to be her employee. Where else can you find such a good boss?”

…

After reading the microblog, Vivian felt that it was quite effective for Tristan’s mother to come and make a scene.

The only way to let netizens know the true nature of Tristan’s family was to make everything more real.

However, Vivian again saw a business opportunity in this.