From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 120

The blinding flash of cameras illuminated her pale, resolute face as the reporters screamed their questions in a chaotic frenzy.

Her grip on the microphone tightened.

In this exact moment, the terrifying reality set in: she had absolutely no one standing behind her.

But it didn't matter. She would burn The Foster Group to the ground with her own two hands.

Just like her mother had bravely done all those years ago.

"Mrs. Foster, did Ms. Sutton push you into the ocean out of a twisted romantic obsession?"

"Are you planning to file criminal charges?"

"Mr. Foster... Mr. Foster!"

The reporters suddenly started screaming past her.

Lydia turned around. Frederick was walking slowly toward her, exuding an aura of terrifying wealth and power. His brow was heavy with irritation, but his eyes were completely dead, devoid of a single human emotion.

She turned back to the cameras, her voice ringing out crystal clear. "I am officially filing charges against Sierra for attempted murder. Furthermore, I will be filing against Mr. Frederick Foster for..."

The press corps surged forward, practically vibrating with anticipation, but Lydia suddenly froze.

Jordan Drake, Charles Foster's ruthless personal secretary, materialized beside her and shoved a phone into her hands.

"Mrs. Foster, please take this call immediately."

Before she could react, he ripped the microphone out of her grip. He shoved the phone against her ear while a dozen terrifyingly massive bodyguards instantly formed an impenetrable wall, physically throwing the reporters backward.

Trapped under Jordan's lethal glare, Lydia had no choice but to listen.

Charles Foster's deep, faux-gentle voice rolled through the speaker.

"Lydia, dirty laundry stays in the house."

"The Foster Group belongs to you as much as anyone else."

"No matter what petty squabbles you two are having, the company will never be collateral damage to your emotional outbursts."

"Whatever it is you want, I will personally handle it for you," he paused, the implied threat hanging heavy in the air. "I land in thirty minutes. You and Jordan will be waiting for me on the tarmac."

Before she could utter a single syllable, the line went dead.

Listening to the dial tone, Lydia's chest tightened in absolute terror. She watched Jordan effortlessly handle the rabid press, feeding them perfectly crafted corporate PR lies to instantly neutralize the scandal.

Her feet were cemented to the concrete. A bone-deep cold rocketed from the soles of her feet straight to her brain. A hairline fracture cracked open in her chest, threatening to completely shatter her reality at any second.

Desperately fighting the suffocating panic, she terrified of making a single move...

She pulled out her own phone and dialed the courthouse back.

"I apologize, Mrs. Foster."

With the cameras violently flashing in their faces, she looked exactly like a delicate, cherished wife seeking shelter in her powerful husband's protective embrace.

Envious whispers rippled through the crowd, but all she wanted was to claw her way out of this marital prison.

Like a soulless puppet, she played her part until the curtain fell.

The second the reporters were cleared out, the man instantly dropped his arm.

She walked back to her mother like a ghost.

Julian and the nurses had finally caught up.

"Mom, Charles is flying in. I have to go to the airport."

"It's good that Charles is back. He's always protected you." Her mother reached out, her warm palm resting gently against Lydia's cheek. That tender touch sent a violently painful ache through Lydia's chest, nearly bringing her to tears.

"I know," she forced herself to nod.

A female assistant from Jordan's detail handed her a fresh set of clothes. Just before stepping into the dressing room, she saw Jordan whispering something to Frederick. Frederick's eyes raked coldly over her face before he turned on his heel and strode purposefully toward the Suttons.

His gaze was more lethal than she had ever seen it.

She walked into the changing stall. Heavy footsteps echoed outside the door.

"Why the hell did Charles ban me from seeing Freddie? It's not fair!"