Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 970 Director Locke Truly Has Indomitable Will!

Chapter 970: Chapter 970 Director Locke Truly Has Indomitable Will!

Charlotte Leigh and Jason Emerson’s date was definitely no coincidence.

Jason, who couldn’t stand spending Valentine’s Day with his faded old woman at home, had made early arrangements to meet Charlotte.

Even though Charlotte was now pregnant with his child, going on a date with a disgraced former actress seemed to positively stroke Jason’s ego.

He had it all planned out, booked a Love Hotel, and was ready to revel in the thrill of toying with a celebrity. When Charlotte arrived at the hotel and slipped off her coat to reveal seductive lingerie underneath, Jason indeed felt an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

But that satisfaction was abruptly shattered when, just as Jason was pressing Charlotte beneath him, ready to indulge, the hotel door was violently kicked open, and two security guards in black suits and pants barged in.

The enormous fear overwhelmed Jason’s mind. Panicked, he grabbed the blanket and clutched it over his lower half, trembling like a leaf as he nervously looked toward the doorway.

Soon enough, a burly and aggressive woman strode in from outside, making Jason quake even harder.

Charlotte, pinned under Jason, was startled too, though she still hadn’t figured out what was happening. Exposed to the air, she tried to pull the blanket over herself, but Jason clung to it tightly, giving her no chance. Angry and humiliated, Charlotte was about to lash out, but before she could speak, a stocky woman entered alongside the security guards. "Who is she, and what’s she doing here?"

"Little bitch trying to seduce my man and dares to ask who I am!" Erica Hamlet, with her broad shoulders and thick arms, grabbed Charlotte like a tiny chick, spewing vulgar insults while ruthlessly slapping Charlotte across the face.

The slap was vicious—Charlotte saw stars, her mind buzzing, taking ages to recover before she could grab hold of Jason, "Make her let me go..."

Erica, seeing Charlotte still clinging to her husband at this moment, delivered another backhand slap.

Instantly, blood appeared at the corner of Charlotte’s mouth, her mind rattled by the blow. Struggling as she begged for mercy, Erica, gripping her hair tightly, gave her no chance to resist.

Jason, curled up with the blanket, trembling with fear at the sight of Charlotte’s wretched state, remembered the fact that she was carrying his child. He weakly pleaded, "Honey, don’t hit her anymore..."

No sooner had he spoken than Erica kicked him hard. "You filthy dog, at this point, you’re still defending this bitch? What, you’ve fallen in love now? No wonder you had Marion clean her up—so you two were already screwing around together! I’ll kill you both, you pair of mutts!"

After cursing, Erica turned back to batter Charlotte once again.

Jason took the hit hard and dared not make another move.

Charlotte, howling like a banshee under the intense pain, alternately begged Erica for mercy and cursed Jason for not being a real man. But no matter how she clamored, Erica, consumed with anger, refused to let her off the hook.

Seeing Charlotte about to be beaten unconscious, a swarm of reporters burst in from outside, catching the guards off guard and unleashing a frenzy of camera flashes at the three.

The constant clicks of flashing cameras jolted Charlotte out of her daze as she quickly tried to cover her face, frantically shouting, "Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!"

Her pleas not only failed to stop the frenzied photographers but provoked Erica even more. Erica grabbed Charlotte’s hair at the back of her head, yanked her hands away, exposing her pig-headed, battered face to the cameras. "Take your shots, keep snapping! Let everyone see this home-wrecker, this disgusting bitch trying to steal my man..."

"No, no, let me go! I wasn’t—I wasn’t! Your husband came after me! Let me go, Jason, you coward, make this hysterical woman let me go! Don’t forget I’m carrying your child, damn it...!"

Charlotte screamed in pain, feeling as if her scalp was about to be torn off. Coupled with the media’s relentless photographing, she completely lost her composure, pleading desperately for help.

But Jason, curled up in the corner of the bed since the reporters came in, covered himself even tighter, praying no one noticed him at all. He was past hearing Charlotte’s pleas for assistance.

Charlotte, hoarse from shouting, was dragged so close her face was practically pressed against the reporters’ cameras, leaving her no escape, no recourse, forgetting even the pain in her body. When the reporters finally left, she was discarded to the ground like garbage. But Erica was far from done with her. "You just said you’re pregnant with whose child?"

The icy question from Erica made a thoroughly battered Charlotte quiver uncontrollably, developing a deep psychological fear of the woman before her. Instinctively, Charlotte shook her head, "You misheard, I don’t have..."

"Don’t have? Heh." Erica sneered, casting a dark glance at the worthless man still huddled on the bed. "She’s carrying your child, isn’t she?"

"Baby, spare me! Please listen to me, she seduced me first! Then she blackmailed me with the child! You’re the only one in my heart; she meant nothing, just a casual fling!" Finally exposing his face, Jason practically groveled at the fearsome woman before him.

Charlotte was stunned by the betrayal, turning back to stare incredulously at Jason. "You shameless fool, who seduced you?! If you hadn’t threatened me with dirt on me, do you think I’d ever sleep with a troll like you?"

"You bitch, who forced you? Didn’t you just throw yourself in my bed? The entertainment industry knows you’ll sleep with anyone!"

"You..."

Erica watched the dog-eat-dog squabble between the two, taking a deep breath. "So the child is real?"

"Honey, let me explain!"

"The child’s not his..." The two arguing parties simultaneously turned toward Erica, but before Charlotte could finish, Erica signaled to the guards nearby, who promptly escorted all the reporters out of the room.

Once the others left, Erica suddenly stepped forward and kicked Charlotte hard in the stomach.

The brutal pain made Charlotte scream at the top of her lungs, curling up on the ground before suddenly feeling a rush of heat from below. Terrified, she shouted for help.

Erica glanced at the still-cowering Jason, her gaze brimming with disappointment, grabbing a bottle of red wine off the table and hurling it at Jason. A fresh round of banshee howling rang through the room.

Jason clutched his bleeding forehead. "Honey..."

"Take them to the hospital in ten minutes," Erica ordered before storming out like a force of nature.

As soon as she and the guards left, the reporters who had just been escorted out swarmed back in.

By evening, the incident had gone viral, dominating trending topics and crushing all other celebrity news under its weight, securing the top spot.

When Mia Anderson showed Mary Scott, the topic had already been debated furiously all night, with its momentum continuing to climb.

Mary Scott, who had spent the previous night focused on charming someone, hadn’t followed a shred of news. Now, holding Charlotte’s phone and skimming through it, she felt no sympathy at all toward Charlotte. People have to bear the consequences of their actions. Mary knew this time, Charlotte would lose all her advantages and would find it difficult to survive in the entertainment industry.

However, was it worth canceling her interview because of Charlotte’s scandal? Mary pondered for a moment, then shook her head at Mia Anderson. "She’s her, and just because she fell doesn’t mean my situation can be forgotten."

Mary was acutely aware that David Locke had made plenty of enemies on her behalf. Even if Charlotte didn’t come after her anymore, it wouldn’t change the fact of her origins and how her identity affected both her and David’s careers.

She had already been dragged into the mud. She couldn’t afford to drag David down further.

"Mary..." Mia still felt reluctant. Having been by Mary’s side for years, she had witnessed Mary’s hardest times in the industry. Now that there was finally light at the end of the tunnel, the thought of Mary being forced to give it all up filled Mia with even greater resentment than Mary herself.

"Let’s go." Mary glanced toward the door and left Mia with those two words before gently closing it.

After journalists infiltrated their previous accommodations, the hotel had upgraded its security system. From the time they left their suite until they descended downstairs and exited the building, they weren’t disturbed. Outside, Lambert Norman had already sent a car to wait for them.

Mary instinctively scanned the surroundings, ensuring there were no reporters before she and Mia jumped into the car in a rush.

Mary didn’t expect Lambert himself to be in the car.

"Why did you come personally?" Mary asked, mildly surprised, while vigilantly glancing outside the car window.

The controversy surrounding her and Lambert had long fueled online gossip. Even now, it remained a heated topic for the netizens. If Lambert was caught picking her up from the hotel, who knew what the media might fabricate? Besides, David Locke’s hostility toward Lambert was palpable. If David caught wind of this, things might spiral further.

Lamber Norman noticed her guarded reaction, his gaze darkening slightly. "Relax. All the reporters are busy surrounding Charlotte Leigh. This place is clean. They won’t catch us."

Mary exhaled in relief upon hearing that, then apologized. "Sorry, Lambert. I have to be more cautious under these circumstances. If we’re spotted together again, it wouldn’t do either of us any good."

"Hmm." Lambert didn’t entertain her feigned explanation, simply humming in acknowledgment and instructing the driver to head out.

Mia Anderson shrank into a corner, pretending not to hear anything.

The press conference was scheduled for nine o’clock. The hotel Mary was staying at was an hour’s drive from the venue. Glancing at the time, Mary calculated this would give her thirty minutes to prepare once they arrived. She discussed a few details of the press conference with Lambert before her eyelids began to droop.

Lambert saw the dark circles under her eyes, his brows furrowing as he reached out to cradle Mary’s head and let her rest against his shoulder. His attempt was thwarted by Mia’s quicker reflexes. She swiftly got behind Mary and propped her up, shooting Lambert an awkward smile. "Thanks, Mr. Norman, I’ve got it."

Without waiting for Lambert’s reaction, Mia used her hands as a makeshift pillow to support Mary’s head.

She knew what Mary had been up to the night before, and seeing her so exhausted now, she was both heartbroken and unable to resist some Tsukkomi. David Locke was proving to be irrepressible!

Once they arrived at the press conference location, Mia unceremoniously poked Mary awake. "Mary, we’re here."

Mary groggily opened her eyes, her entire body overcome with a dull ache of discomfort. She turned her head to look out of the window, taking a while to finally shake off the drowsiness. Turning to Lambert, she said, "I’ll head inside to prepare."

"Alright." Lambert nodded, watching as Mary and Mia exited the car. From his seat, he leaned back, his gaze following Mary’s receding figure until he saw her safely enter the conference venue. Only then did he pull away and instructed his assistant in the front seat. "Make sure the venue is tightly monitored. No surprises."

"Understood." The assistant promptly stepped out, but Lambert’s vehicle remained parked in the hotel lot.

Inside the venue, Mary changed into the outfit Lambert had arranged for her and applied light makeup, giving herself a refreshed appearance. Sitting backstage, she waited for nine o’clock to arrive.

...

Hospital.

Charlotte woke up in the middle of the night, the pain in her abdomen significantly reduced but with her baby gone. The severe blood loss had wreaked havoc on her body, leaving her pale and haggard. After Erica’s merciless slaps, her swollen face made her look nothing short of tragic.

Half-dead and lying in her hospital bed, she remained completely unresponsive as the doctor explained her situation and left. Her mind was flooded with nothing but raging hatred.

She had never felt much attachment to the child in her womb, but that didn’t mean she wanted it taken away in such a humiliating manner. Thinking back on everything from last night, Charlotte curled up on the bed, wishing she could kill those two together!

But she knew she couldn’t...

She was finished!

All of her efforts to rebrand herself vanished in an instant the moment Erica Hamlet dragged her by her hair in front of the paparazzi. Now, there was no coming back.

The pain and humiliation sent uncontrollable tremors through her body as the nearby phone rang incessantly. She had no energy to answer it until the hospital door swung open.

Jocelyn Spencer stormed in. Originally intent on giving Charlotte a slap herself, Jocelyn paused mid-step upon seeing her already beaten-to-a-pulp face. Staring coldly, Jocelyn sneered, "I knew you weren’t smart, but I didn’t expect you to be this stupid. Out of all the men you could mess with, you went after hers?"

Charlotte had already turned at the sound and wasn’t surprised to see Jocelyn walk in. After causing such a public scandal, the money Starlight had spent cleaning up her image was wasted. Knowing Jocelyn’s personality, Charlotte was more shocked it had taken her this long to confront her. However, when Jocelyn started her mocking tirade, Charlotte couldn’t help but argue, "He threatened me first!"

Charlotte had never taken Jason seriously. She had assumed he was just a paparazzo with some connections to the industry, and judging by his mirror-like bald spot, she never imagined such a man could garner a strong-willed wife with powerful backing.

Jocelyn, as if hearing a joke, scoffed. She had suspected early on that Charlotte had messed with the wrong person when she first mentioned Helena Marion’s name. Jocelyn hadn’t expected Charlotte to still be saying such things now.

A softie like Jason might be helpless before his wife, but he had played the entertainment industry for years. Combined with Helena Marion heading a solid PR team, Jason was a weapon capable of stirring storms across the celebrity world. Charlotte’s scheme to derail Mary Scott had worked, only because Jason backed her.

If used properly, Jason could’ve offered Charlotte a comeback opportunity. But now that prospect was through.

Jocelyn hadn’t come here for sympathy.

Charlotte’s scandal wasn’t just damning—it was beyond redemption. Her public relations were unfixable. The company had already decided to discard her, but Jocelyn still had use for her. Glancing disdainfully at Charlotte on the hospital bed, Jocelyn sneered, "Do you know who tipped Erica off with your Love Hotel date with Jason and leaked the news to the media?"

A previously lifeless Charlotte suddenly widened her eyes. "Who?"

Arms folded, Jocelyn lazily responded, "Director Locke."

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