Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 961 Have you always been this deceptive, Moll Scott?

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Mary Scott stood in the warmly heated office, her hands ice-cold. Grace Rachel’s words had left her in despair, and a wave of deep-seated fear surged over her.

But this time, she didn’t know where else she could escape to.

"Mary... Mary..."

"Huh?" After an indeterminate amount of time, Mary finally faintly heard Mia Anderson’s voice and raised her head in a daze.

Mia Anderson, seeing Mary had finally snapped out of it, reached out to hold her hand. "Mary, don’t scare me. Things haven’t reached the worst point yet. Kelly and her team are still intercepting the situation, right? Don’t be afraid; whatever happens, we’ll find a way to resolve it."

"Hmm." Mary faintly responded to Mia’s tense, worried expression, seeing her whole body taut. Reaching out, she gently rubbed Mia’s head. "Don’t worry; I’ll be fine."

"But..." Mia wanted to say more but caught sight of Mary’s vacant, hollow gaze. She found herself unable to say anything further, realizing that any words would now seem futile.

Mia never could have guessed the truth: Mary’s name was fake, her family background fabricated, and that she was actually the daughter of Constance Scott, the infamous financial criminal who had once shocked the nation. When the scandal broke out years ago, Mia had still been a high school student, unaware of the full story. Yet, she clearly remembered her father and relatives cursing endlessly at the dinner table, as if the stolen money had been directly out of their own pockets.

At the time, Mia had treated it as just another news story, never imagining that one day the daughter of its central figure would be the Mary she had followed loyally for so many years. Her feelings were complicated, though she bore no grudge against Mary. After all, Mia believed she understood Mary well enough over the years to see that her father did not define her.

But Mia also knew the terrifying power of public opinion. Once the matter escalated and maliciously amplified, the fallout would surely be worse than the public uproar over Mary’s previous marriage to Lambert Norman.

When that moment comes, Mary’s circumstances might even be worse than before she met Director Locke. Mia gritted her teeth and secretly sent a message to David Locke. No matter whether Mary was at fault or not, as her husband, Director Locke couldn’t turn a blind eye to her now.

Mary noticed Mia retreating to a corner, furtively typing away on her phone. Suspicion instantly arose in her heart. She strode forward, swiftly snatching the phone from Mia’s grasp and immediately saw the message she was drafting for David Locke. freewёbnoνel-com

Scanning its contents briefly, Mary watched her usually timid assistant now acting as though she were a seasoned agent, negotiating mutual benefit and shared interest with David Locke. Her pleas were mixed with threats, which Mary found both amusing and exasperating. She deleted the draft in one motion, looked at the anxious Mia as she tried to reclaim the phone, and sighed softly: "Don’t contact him."

"But, Mary, in this situation, only Director Locke’s resources can suppress this. We’re no match for them on our own. Behind all this must be Charlotte Leigh or Jocelyn Spencer driving the situation. No matter how we try to remedy it, as long as they keep pressing us, we’re doomed. Besides..." Mia hesitated, her expression awkward before cautiously continuing, "Let’s be honest; the money you have wouldn’t be enough to deal with this mess."

"I... know." Mary replied self-deprecatingly. She understood the magnitude of their attack was something she couldn’t possibly fend off, but she still felt compelled to struggle, to fight for herself.

"Mary, I’m not implying you’re broke; I know most of your money goes to donations—"

"Shh, let’s wait for the outcome." Mary silenced Mia with a sound and gestured toward the busy public relations team not far away.

Even Grace Rachel had joined in, diligently coordinating efforts to save Mary from the brink.

Time ticked by slowly. With each passing second, the chance of netizens seeing the posts increased, worsening Mary’s predicament.

The office space of the public relations team was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Hmm?"

"What’s wrong?" Just as everyone was straining their nerves handling Mary’s case, a staff member suddenly let out a soft exclamation. Grace immediately raised her head to ask.

Both Mary and Mia, equally tense, turned to look at the staff member.

Feeling the sudden pressure of so many eyes on him, the staff member coughed lightly before quickly explaining, "I can’t find the post about Miss Scott’s background anymore. Searching the keywords shows nothing!"

"Is it resolved?" Mary instinctively asked.

The staff member clamped his mouth shut awkwardly. Grace, after trying herself, confirmed the same results and turned to Mary. "It wasn’t our doing. My team and I don’t have that kind of capability."

Mary was startled. Her thoughts immediately jumped to Lambert Norman. She had called Lambert after leaving Starlight Entertainment, so perhaps he had intervened to help. But just as she reached that conclusion, someone muttered quietly, "Grace, this move looks like the work of Director Locke’s PR team. Based on their approach, they’ll likely use another trending scandal to cover Miss Scott’s issue soon."

They made no effort to lower their voice, so Mary caught every word clearly. Her heart trembled slightly. Could it really be David’s team behind this? How was that possible? Given how furious that man must be with her, why would he clean up her mess?

Mary stood frozen, unable to believe it.

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