Telling Lies, loving you

Chapter 143 Do You Believe Me

It was broadcasting the news that Michelle went to ruin the wedding of Wyn. Like a shrew, she roared on the stage in front of everyone.

Moreover, the scene of embracing with Wyn by the sea and her dining with Walter were also published.

She didn't know how these things appeared or how those people took the pictures. But it was undeniable that she had done all these things.

But it was not like what was stated in the news. She had nothing to do with Wyn or Walter.

She didn't look well, so Scott turned off the TV.

"I'll take care of this," He held her and said in a trembling voice. He seemed to be afraid of losing her.

"Do you believe me? Do you believe that I'm that kind of woman in news? Am I bad? " She leaned in his arms and cried.

Knowing that she was going to cry, Scott hugged her more tightly and tried to comfort her.

He was afraid of losing her.

"Honey, I know it." Considering the power of Scott, how could he not know how Michelle was?

Although he didn't attend wedding ceremony that time, but even a fool knew the purpose of her coming to this place. It had to be said that she was actually a woman who dared to love and hate.

After being with her, Scott did not feel regretful, but he hated himself for not protecting her well.

Women were fragile animals. No matter how fierce they were, they were just forced by the situation.

Before carrying out the plan, Scott had discussed with Olivia. To ensure the safety of her daughter, Olivia gave her daughter to him with relief.

The person behind the scene wanted not only to ruin her fame, but also wanted to kick her out of C City! But it was just the guess of Scott. If it was a man, it was impossible for him to have such a strong jealousy.

At first, Scott had suspected Wyn, but after careful consideration he found that Wyn was honest and would never do such a despicable thing.

After all, they were born in rich families. It was impossible for them to do such uneducated things.

Scott was sure that the person who did this must be a woman. But he didn't know who it was.

Darkness fell.

Scott walked out of the bathroom and was about to go to bed when his phone suddenly rang. He strode to the bedside and answered the phone in a hurry.

"Boss, I can't find out who is behind it, but I'm sure it must be someone unusual. Do you want to keep investigating? " A helpless voice came from the phone, which made Scott uneasy.

"Loser! Since you can't find out such a simple thing, what's on earth your use?" Scott also cried out on the phone.

"Sir, it seems that they have deliberately blocked the news from us." The man continued after a pause, which was the reason why they were unable to find out the truth.

But to be honest, since the man behind this conspiracy wanted to kill Michelle, how could he let Scott find out his identity so easily?

With no more words, Scott hung up the phone. He didn't want to waste time anymore. But now he had to calm the media down. In the past, no one dared to expose anything Scott didn't like behind his back.

But now, someone dared to defy him. It seemed that they had a death wish. Who was so capable? How could she do that?

Thinking of this, Scott dialed another number, but it was answered after one ring.

"Arrest a reporter! Be quick!"

Almost midnight, Scott was standing on the balcony. He looked at the scenery in the distance, but his heart was not as calm as the scenery in the distance.

A black car slowly stopped outside the villa. A man with a head covered got out of the car. It was a man.

Then several men in Black got off the car and pressed the masked man into the villa.

Scott was waiting for a group of people in the bedroom on the second floor. After all, he was a noble man, so there was no reason for him to welcome them. There was a knock on the door. Scott just said lightly, "come in."

After a group of people pushed the door open, the masked man was pushed to the ground immediately. He just hemmed and hawed, as if something was gagging his mouth.

Scott glanced at the men in black standing next to him, and one of them immediately tore open the black bag on the head, and then tore the tape on his mouth.

Obviously, the man was scared to step back when he saw Scott. He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide but could not say a word.

At this moment, Scott was sitting on the French sofa with his legs crossed. He touched his chin with one hand and looked like a gangster.

"Mr. Scott, please forgive me and let me go. I just want to make a living. Please don't blame me. "

The man immediately knew what Scott was coming for, so he knelt down a little closer, with his hands grasping his trouser legs for mercy. But it was too late. How could Scott easily let him go?

"As long as you tell me who sent you, I'll let you go." Scott looked down at the journalist, his eyes filled with disdain.

Hearing this, the reporter involuntarily took a step back, as if trying to escape from the reality.

When Scott saw this, he couldn't help but get angry. "If you don't tell me, I have thousands of ways to kill you."

"Mr. Scott, please don't force me anymore. I don't know who is behind it. As a subordinate, of course we have to follow orders and do for the boss. But I really don't know who is behind the scene. Please let me go! " The reporter began crying while he was speaking, as if he was frightened.

It had to be said that Scott was really terrible now. If Michelle saw it, she would not dare to speak to him for days. She might never see such a gloomy man in her life.

Scott frowned and became even closer to the journalist. "Well, I'll let you off for the moment. But you have to tell me what makes you so interested in it. I think your newspaper is too idle. "

"Our boss promised to give us a raise as long as we arrest any important person. As you know, it's not easy to make money. "

"Really? If you can do it well, how much can you get? " Scott continued to ask.

By the way, he hasn't gone to bed yet. All he wanted was to find out the truth, even the slightest clue. So he must seize every opportunity he had.

The reporter hesitated. He lowered his head as if thinking about something. Scott hated people who would waste time. So he winked at the men in black standing beside him, and then the reporter was pulled up from the ground by them.

He howled in fear, but the men in black didn't move.

The reporter was dragged out, Scott asked someone to lock him in a small dark room in the backyard. Since he was unwilling to tell him the truth today, he would wait until the reporter was willing to tell the truth, and then he would consider letting him out.

Journalists, as the name suggested, were eloquent. Sometimes it was hard to persuade them.

Actually, Scott was kind-hearted. In order not to let the reporter starve to death, he arranged someone to wait outside the small dark room, and distributed three meals a day as usual. If the reporter wanted to come out, no problem. He just needed to tell the whole story.

However, Scott did not have time to wait. He must make it smooth as soon as possible, or else Michelle would suffer greater harm in the future. Of course, Jared had sent his people to calm this down. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It's just that such a serious matter can't be handled within a few days. No matter how anxious Scott was, he had to calm down and wait.

The next day, when Scott opened his bedroom's door, he smelled a smell of food. He smiled and strode downstairs.

Michelle was busy preparing the breakfast in the kitchen. When she was ready to go out with the noodles in her hands, she was shocked by the man leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing? It's early in the morning. You walked without making any sound." She couldn't help but complain.

Scott grinned, walked to the table and looked down at the noodles and pickles on it. He frowned with confusion as he never saw pickles.

This time, Michelle went out of the kitchen and put the fried poached egg on the table. She turned around and found the man with a confused face. She smiled and asked, "what's wrong?"

"What dish it is? It smells a little sour. " Scott remembered they hadn't brought any food with them. All the things in this villa were bought and put in the fridge early by his servant.

"I pickled it yesterday afternoon. I have nothing to do anyway, and I want to eat something sour recently." There was no yogurt at home, so she had to make some pickles herself to satisfy her taste.

But her words made Scott misunderstand her. He raised his eyes slightly and slowly approached her. His look was full of malice.

Michelle felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. She leaned back alertly. But Scott didn't seem to let her go and kept moving forward.

At last, Michelle had no choice but pushed him away. Then she pulled out a chair and sat down to eat.

Scott smiled and sat down.

"Scott, you don't have to stay with me all the time. In fact, I can stay at home alone. After all, it's safe here and no one knows it. If you really worry about me, you can hire a few bodyguards to follow me. "