Chapter 905: Chapter 905 Disgraced and Discredited
Though the room door muffled the sound, Charlotte could still recognize that the woman’s voice was Zoe Anne’s.
Zoe Anne really did go to extremes this time, actually bringing the media over directly.
If she hadn’t known about their conspiracy in advance, she would have definitely been utterly ruined today.
At this moment, the room door was pushed open, and as expected, Zoe Anne, followed by a surge of media, flooded in.
"Charlotte, I’ve brought the media here, you can now start the interview," she said.
Zoe Anne entered the room with her back to it, so she had no idea what had taken place inside.
However, seeing the astonished expressions on the faces of the reporters in front of her, she knew she had succeeded.
Charlotte was bound to be disgraced.
Zoe Anne almost couldn’t suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth, and as she looked forward to the photographers vying to capture the scene inside the room, she realized that they had all fallen still.
With suspicion, Zoe Anne turned her head and froze at the sight within the room.
There was none of the lascivious scene she had imagined, only a man resembling Ryan Richard swollen up like a battered pig, trembling as he knelt on the ground.
Besides that, the room was filled with bodyguards and Justin Battleson and Charlotte standing side by side.
"You’re awake!" Zoe Anne blurted out, almost subconsciously, pointing at Charlotte.
Then, with a start, she quickly covered her own mouth.
Charlotte, seeing Zoe Anne’s clumsy and laughable gesture, smiled with her eyes curving into crescents.
"Zoe Anne, your timing is perfect, this man..." Charlotte intentionally stretched out her last note, then pointed towards Ryan Richard.
Ryan’s eyes lit up when he saw Zoe Anne, completely disregarding the pain on his face. He was just about to say something when Zoe Anne cut him off.
"What about this man! I don’t know him!" she exclaimed.
In the end, Zoe Anne was just a spoiled heiress who had never resorted to such measures herself.
Now that her scheme had failed, she felt incredibly guilty, looking as if she was confessing without being coerced.
The journalists at the door finally snapped back to reality, lifted their cameras, and began frantically photographing the room.
"Miss Thompson, could you explain what is happening here?"
"Miss Thompson, why did you call us here for an interview?"
"Miss Thompson, can you answer..."
The reporters asked one after another, but Charlotte’s gaze stayed on Zoe Anne, and she didn’t respond to the journalists.
By now, Zoe Anne’s back was drenched with cold sweat, wishing she could leave immediately, but the pressing crowd of reporters behind her pushed her toward Charlotte.
Charlotte reached out and grasped Zoe Anne’s wrist, frightening Zoe Anne so much that she immediately slapped Charlotte’s palm away.
"Don’t touch me!"
The crisp sound of the slap against the skin drew everyone’s gaze involuntarily to Zoe Anne.
Such attention felt like knives carving into Zoe Anne’s flesh.
"Miss Anne, what’s the matter with you?" Charlotte added fuel to the fire at that moment.
Zoe’s hands at her sides were clenched so tightly that her fingernails had dug into her palms.
Her gaze flitted restlessly, and upon looking at Ryan on the ground as if he wanted to speak, she turned and pushed through the reporters, attempting to leave quickly—only to find herself face-to-face with a person in a police uniform.
Zoe Anne’s legs gave out in fright, and she collapsed onto the ground.