Chapter 68 Aristocratic Family Secrets! Reversal!
Emily looked at her coldly.
Tsk, she didn't know whether to call her pathetic or what—her carefully applied makeup somehow pushed that broken, pitiful look to the extreme.
Just as she was about to say something.
Click click click!
Suddenly, camera flashes exploded outside.
A servant's face went pale: "Miss, she brought the media with her!"
Andrew strode quickly out of the study, his face dark with anger: "How dare you! Does the Johnson family have room for a woman like you to cause trouble? Someone, throw her out immediately!"
Several servants immediately stepped forward, grabbing Grace by the arms to drag her outside.
But Grace pretended to be weak, deliberately half-falling onto the sofa: "Alex and I truly love each other. Why do you keep targeting me again and again? Andrew, are you just going to watch your daughter bully people on purpose?"
Andrew's chest heaved with anger as he picked up his phone to call the police.
"Dad, let me handle this." Suddenly, Emily put down her glass and slowly stood up.
Her expression was calm and unruffled. She smoothed the wrinkles from her clothes and walked straight toward Grace.
This position happened to be the perfect spot for the media to film.
But she showed no sign of panic, only looking at her coldly: "Had enough of your act? The media's all at the door—feel free to keep performing. My lawyer already has all the evidence. We can make it all public right now."
Emily's lips curved slightly, her beautiful face somehow sending chills down people's spines.
Grace stiffened at her words: "What... what evidence? Are you trying to frame me at this point?"
Emily's lips curled in a cold sneer. "You came to make a scene at my house simply because Alex cut off your money and you still can't get through the Baker family's door. You're anxious, aren't you?"
Grace's face went white for a moment.
She quickly glanced at the media behind her and gritted her teeth: "You stole Alex from me back then. Otherwise I would have married him when I returned to the country! What exactly did you say to Alex? I..."
Before she could finish, a cold and powerful presence suddenly approached. A black Bentley screeched to a stop by the curb, and Alex got out, his face dark.
Bodyguards who rushed over blocked all the media outside.
Alex's appearance instantly ignited the scene.
"Whoa... even Mr. Baker showed up?"
"Those two posts on the trending list must be real, right? Looks like Mr. Baker is going after the Johnson family!"
"Everyone says Mr. Baker had a thing for his first love back in college—seems like it's this Miss Miller."
"Quick, quick, quick, get this on camera. This is huge news!"
Media cameras all turned toward him in unison.
Grace's eyes lit up. She lowered her eyes with a wronged yet gentle expression: "Alex, you came. I just wanted to explain things to Miss Johnson. You scared me a bit today, and I'm still carrying the baby..."
Gasp...
The media erupted again!
Multiple reporters immediately started snapping photos, pushing forward frantically: "What did Miss Miller just mean?"
"Is the baby in your belly Mr. Baker's?"
"But based on the timing, Mr. Baker hadn't divorced the Johnson family's young lady yet!"
But the next second, Alex stepped aside to avoid her touch.
Grace froze: "Alex..."
The man's cold, sharp gaze swept over her. "What's going on with the trending topics online?"
Suddenly, Grace's heart sank—he was asking about it after all.
Her face went pale as tears fell: "Alex, you... you don't trust me? After all these years between us, it can't compare to two posts? This has nothing to do with me. You know me—how could I do something like this..."
Emily said: "Do I need to submit the evidence to the media right here?"
As her words landed, Grace's fingertips nearly dug into her palms.
Why?
Why wasn't Alex taking her side anymore!
Just as she was about to defend herself, Alex spoke: "I've already had people take down the trending topics. The company is also preparing a clarification statement that will be issued jointly with the Johnson family."
Emily said: "My business doesn't need Mr. Baker's concern. Just keep your own people in check and stop bothering us."
Alex was protecting her now only because he knew the truth.
But she didn't need it anymore.
With that, she stopped looking at Alex's face and turned to walk into the Johnson family home, about to close the door.
The next second, the man's arm blocked it.
The door pressed against his arm. Emily's pupils contracted: "Are you crazy?!"
Outside the door, Alex felt a dense, spreading pain in his chest. "I'll handle things here, but the press conference still needs to happen. Otherwise it won't do either of our families' stock prices any good."
Emily narrowed her eyes: "Fine. Then deal with what's in front of you first."
Bang!
With that, she shut the door without hesitation.
The media reporters outside were thrilled.
Emily actually dared to shut Mr. Baker out?
Get it on camera, all of it!
Alex turned around with a cold face: "Whichever media outlet wants to go out of business, I'll help you with that."
Boom!
The cameras that had been flashing constantly were immediately stuffed back into bags.
Grace stood at the bottom of the steps, tears on her gentle face: "Alex, I can prove to you there must be some misunderstanding."
She was almost certain that Alex must have found something out, otherwise he wouldn't treat her this way.
Grace bit her lip lightly.
She had never lost face like this in front of Alex—she'd always maintained her pure and gentle image!
Now it was ruined by Emily's hands.
Alex's eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth: "Miss Miller doesn't need to come to the Johnson family anymore. Someone take her back, and if there's any discomfort with the baby, send her to the hospital immediately."
"Yes!" Two bodyguards stepped forward and took Grace away.
Alex's aura was frighteningly oppressive.
He looked at the silent media: "Everything from the past two days should follow the statements from Baker Corporation and Johnson Corporation."
The media nodded repeatedly—who would dare disagree?
Say no now, and you'd be fired when you got back!
After everyone left, Alex returned to his car, lighting one cigarette after another.
He looked at the second floor of the Johnson family home, standing there for a long time. When he raised his hand to light another cigarette, the arm that had been caught by the door throbbed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He finally understood a little.
Why Emily was so determined to divorce, smiling at everyone else but cold as ice only to him.
Three years of neglect couldn't be made up for with a few words.
Suddenly, the Johnson family gate opened.
Andrew walked out, his shrewd eyes falling on him: "If you want to win Emmie back, it's going to be hard."
At the same time, a box was placed in Alex's hands.
He instinctively looked down, then suddenly froze: "She threw away everything I gave her?"
Andrew looked over: "Emmie values relationships. Why would she throw them away—don't you know?"
That one rhetorical question left Alex silent.