She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 168

The scream quickly attracted the attention of the guests in the banquet hall. As soon as Moira helped Cynthia out of the swimming pool, a group of people rushed over.

"I saw it! I saw her push Ms. Hurst into the swimming pool!"

To slander Moira, did Cynthia even arrange for someone to lie in public?

Moira suddenly regretted saving Cynthia just now. Even if she didn't jump into the pool, the person arranged by Cynthia would also save Cynthia. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Moira's face darkened. She walked to the shoes that she had taken off in a panic and took the necklace.

She could not afford to lose a necklace worth more than 80 million dollars.

Just as she picked up her shoes and was about to look for Barclay to support her, Bernice walked over with many people. "What's going on? Cynthia, what happened to you?"

Cynthia was choked on the water and was coughing.

Before she could speak, the woman who had said that she saw Moira push Cynthia stood out and pointed at Moira. "Mrs. Covington, it's her! I saw it. She pushed Ms. Hurst into the swimming pool! If I hadn't come, I'm afraid Ms. Hurst would be dead now!"

The people around started discussing. "Moira is crazy! Does she even want to kill Ms. Hurst? Murder is against the law. Does she think that if she kills Ms. Hurst, she can be Barclay's wife without worries?"

"Damn, Moira is so vicious! No wonder the Covington family doesn't acknowledge her as their daughter-in-law!"

"This is murder! Call the police!"

Originally, Moira had no intention of arguing and wanted to wait for Barclay to come before speaking. However, when she heard the last sentence, she looked up and sneered. "Alright, then call the police!"

As soon as Moira finished her words, Cynthia, the "victim" who had been coughing and not speaking, suddenly stood up. She frowned and said hoarsely, "Call the police?"

Bernice went forward to support Cynthia. "Cynthia, you can't be soft-hearted! I know you're a kind girl, but Moira is too vicious! Call the police. We have to call the police to deal with the matter!"

Unexpectedly, Cynthia pushed Bernice's hand away. "I fell by myself. Why would I call the police?"

She paused for a moment, looking at Moira and even smiling at Moira. "If it weren't for Moira, I would probably have died. She is my savior."

Then, she turned around and bowed to Moira.

Barclay, who had just arrived in a hurry, happened to see the scene. He walked to Moira, took off his suit jacket, and put it on Moira.

Moira turned her head when she smelled the familiar fragrance.

When she saw Barclay, she seemed to have found her backbone. "She... I..."

Moira was about to complain, yet Cynthia's bow forced her to hold back her words.

Moira opened her mouth but did not know what to say.

Barclay held her hand and glanced at Cynthia. He asked in a low voice, "Ms. Hurst, my wife was in such a sorry state just after talking a while with you. Shouldn't you explain it to me?"

"It's my fault. I'm sorry, Mr. Covington. I lost my balance and fell into the swimming pool, and Moira saved me."

Although Bernice had been experienced enough, she had never seen anything like that.

She glanced at Moira and then at Cynthia. "Cynthia, are you being threatened?"

Otherwise, how did Moira become Cynthia's savior?