Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)

Chapter 105 will this dirty politics win?

VICTORIA'S POV... NôvelDrama.Org content.

I looked up at my fiancee. He smiled at me, his eyes filled with adoration and pride. He leaned forward

a little and kissed my head.

His head turned to the people, standing before us and his mood changed immediately from soft to cold.

"I want justice for my wife. If you can't, then I will take my way to do it." His cold tone rolled out of his

mouth and if I wasn't on his good side, I would have been shivered by the sight and threat of him.

The CEO of Adornet tried to stay forward. "Sir, we understand what you are saying..."

Aless raised his hand toward them. "The designer belongs to Smith Industries, and this matter is

unknown to them, I don't believe it." His vrow raised dangerously.

Well, Aless is a cunning man and he is definitely aware of the dirty politics these people could play.

"Mr Devonte is right. The culprit should be punished. This is a huge scam!" One audience shouted from

the side.

"Yes, Miss Edwards should get her justice! What sort of competition is this!? Isn't this exhibition held by

the great Rossis? Would they accept this!?"

"That designer should be banished from the industry and so do people behind him!"

"That woman worked her in her work and at the end some scammer will steal her work?! This is

ridiculous!"

Once again people talked and this time they are on my side.

It feels good to be honest.

Soon, one bodyguard of ours dragged the designer toward us. "He was trying to escape, sir, ma'am."

He bowed to us.

The CEO of Adornet stepped close to the guy, whose face turned pale now. He seemed so scared.

"Mr John, would you please explain your action? We all are waiting." The CEO said coldly.

However, John did not look up but kept his head lowered.

"Mr John, please speak. Why did you do this? If this was a mistake, why didn't you say it?" He asked

again, but the guy remained silent.

I highly doubt if this man is even a designer. I realised that he would not talk like this.

"I don't think, it will work like this. Let the police come first and take him away. I am sure, under their

punishment, he will open his mouth." I brought out my phone to dial, when,

"No! please! Don't do this!" The guy pleaded with teary eyes and with a smile I lowered my hand.

"Then speak the truth."

He is scared. His face is pale. His eyes were directed to someone as he gulped.

I walked before him, hiding the certain people behind me he is looking at.

"Speak the truth, that might help you to release. If you help those people, they won't suffer, but you." I

said indifferently.

John gulped again and then spoke, "I have been ordered to do this, ma'am. This is not my fault. The

design wasn't even mine. That wasn't even any design! Just a piece of Jewellery!"

"Who asked you to do this.?" I asked again.

His head lowered and he gulped first. Then looked up at me, trying to see behind me, yet I stopped

him.

"Say it," I repeated indifferently. "Or, I will call the police."

"No please!" He gasped. "My boss, Mr Smith asked me to do this! He forced me because I needed

money! He is one of the shareholders in Adornet. He changed the models, with the help of some staff

members backstage!"

He breathed out the truth as we all heard gasps from the audience.

I turned to look at the odd couple standing in the audience still. Their smirk is gone and Camilla's face

is pale with a mix of anger.

This is my time to smile at them. Their foolproof plan was just destroyed by my one move. And all credit

goes to Jackson D. If it wasn't for his wise idea, the story today would have been something different.

"So, what do you want to say about this matter, Mr Smith?" Aless asked, coming beside me. His tone

has turned colder than before.

Smith scoffed. "This is a lie! He is lying!"

"Yeah, what proof do you have against us!? Such a lowly designer he is and now trying to scheme

against us!" Camilla shouted, defending her new sugar daddy.

"No! I am not lying!" Jhon pleaded from behind. "Trust me, they forced me to do this! I swear on my

sick mother, who is fighting her death! Because of money, I agreed to do such a lowly deed!"

"Shut up! You bloody filthy idiot!" Smith scolded him. "How dare you lie against me! Do you think others

would believe you!?"

"Yeah, Mr Smith is right." The audience spoke this time. "Why would a person like Mr Smith would do

this?"

"It must be the designer lying!"

People murmured as I felt bad for the designer. Indeed, we don't really have any proof here about this

matter.

I saw the winning smirk forming on that shameless man's face. I just wanted to go and break his danm

face, including his new slut! God Danm!

The CEO of Adornet bought out his phone from his pocket and turned to the audience.

"As we get to know the real culprit behind the scam is this man, let's take action against him and the

models who helped him."

"Ladies and gentlemen please calm down and the company will do everything to make it right,

including to compensate Miss Edwards for the hassle she faced." He declared.

But I am not participating in his words but my focus turned to the poor guy, who is only shedding tears.

I don't know how much he is telling the truth, but his tears and that expression of helplessness are

certainly speaking his true nature.

Maybe, he is saying it right. Today, if he goes inside just because of another scheming, then this dirty

politics would win and people like Smith and Camilla would be appreciated for doing such things in

further life.

But, what I can do at this point? I don't have any proof again them. will these dirty politics win tonight?

As I was thinking, I heard,

"Who said there is no evidence? We have the evidence against the real culprits." A rigid and sharp

tone spoke from the gallery entrance.