Chapter 6

### Chapter 6

A sharp voice cut through the murmurs of suspicion.

"Isn't that Mr. Farley's ex-wife? How does she still have the nerve to show up here?"

"No way, that's actually Lorraine Pruitt! This woman's been caught sleeping with dozens of men, and she still dares to come? The nerve on her."

Julian's face darkened.

He let go of Anna's hand, strode down the steps, and stopped in front of me.

"Lorraine, I don't know how you got out." He cleared his throat and looked me up and down. "Don't tell me you seduced one of my bodyguards into letting you go."

The truth was, after they'd left that morning, my brother's men had come and gotten me out.

I looked at him coldly and hadn't said a word before he suddenly put on a righteous expression.

"I gave you chance after chance to change, and you still had to come here and disgrace yourself. Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

With that, Julian grabbed the nearest microphone and turned to face the cameras.

"Everyone, my ex-wife Lorraine Pruitt has no shame. For her own selfish desires she sold her body countless times. As much as it broke my heart, for the sake of the Farley name I had no choice but to divorce her."

His brow knotted together, and he let out a long, helpless sigh.

"When we divorced, I gave her a million-dollar settlement, but she still wasn't satisfied. She actually kidnapped Anna to extort more out of me. With someone this greedy, my only choice is to call the police."

At once the crowd was in an uproar.

"Call them! This shameless woman kidnaps people and extorts money. She should rot behind bars!"

"Disgusting. How does she still have the face to ask Mr. Farley for money? Mr. Farley's too kind. If it were me, I'd send her out with nothing!"

"Let the whole world see what this filthy woman really is today!"

The abuse came at me from every direction, nearly drowning me.

A hundred cameras swung toward me at once.

In the livestream, the comments scrolled like something possessed, tens of thousands of messages dragging my name onto the trending list within minutes.

The corner of Julian's mouth ticked up, then quickly pressed flat again.

Anna stood at his side, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress, the smile in her eyes impossible to hide.

Julian took out his phone, ready to dial.

But just then, someone in the crowd spoke up, puzzled.

"But this car belongs to the Pruitts. A Maybach Exelero, the only one in the world. In the whole Pruitt family, only the head of the house is entitled to ride in it."

"Mr. Farley, is this Miss Pruitt really the kind of person you say she is?"

The smug look on Anna's face vanished in an instant.

"Guests, friends from the press, please don't let Lorraine Pruitt fool you. She looks innocent on the surface, but behind everyone's back she cozies up to the powerful. Maybe she got that car by selling her body too—"

Another guest who knew the truth cut Anna off, looking at Julian with pure mockery in his eyes.

"But Mr. Farley, has it never occurred to you that Miss Pruitt's surname is also Pruitt?"

That one line, and Julian froze too, his finger stalling on the screen.

He stared at me, the composed, victory-in-hand look on his face splitting open, disbelief seeping into his eyes.

"You... who exactly are you?"