The carefully controlled atmosphere Alston had built collapsed under the reporter’s pointed questions.
“Wait, that boy really does look like Wilson!”
“And the girl’s eyes! I can’t unsee it now.”
“So they’re not adopted at all? They’re his secret kids?”
“No wonder his wife wants out! Who wouldn’t?”
In the evening, some observant guests had noticed the twins‘ striking resemblance to Alston. But
those who moved in high society circles were typically too shrewd to comment.
Even those who spotted something fishy kept their mouths shut. Nobody wanted to cross someone
with Wilson’s power and connections.
Now that the reporter had publicly pointed out what everyone had quietly observed, everything
changed.
The last pretense of respectability had been stripped away, exposing all the dirty secrets. The gala
spiraled into chaos that even Alston couldn’t control.
To make matters worse, Fion Davies stepped forward again with the divorce papers.
“Mr. Wilson, please sign. Sooner you sign, sooner it’s over.”
“Get lost!” Alston grabbed the divorce papers and ripping them to pieces.
But Fion had clearly anticipated this. He smoothly pulled an identical set from his briefcase.
“Mr. Wilson, I suggest you sign cooperatively. Don’t make this difficult. Ms. Taylor has paid me quite
generously to help her end this unfortunate marriage.”
“If you keep refusing, I’ll have to use other methods…”
Without hearing the rest of his threat, Alston immediately grabbed the lawyer by the collar. “You Don’t Deserve to negotiate with me.”
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“Where’s Alani? Where is she? I need to talk to her!”
Fion remained completely unfazed. His smile never faltered–like a calculating fox.
“Ms. Taylor doesn’t want to see you. She’s already gone. But she sent me some rather interesting
material.”
Fion pulled out his phone and opened a video:
On screen, Ella was on her knees before Alston, his cock pressed against her face….
The video was muted. Fion carefully angled the screen so only Alston could see the explicit content.
“Sir, I guess you don’t want anyone else seeing this, right?”
Fion held out the divorce papers by the third time.
“So please sign. Once you do, this video will disappear instantly.”
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“But if you refuse, I’ll have no choice but to share it with the media… I’m sure they’d be very
interested in this footage and your relationship with Ms. Green.”
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