From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 162

It was after that incident that Arthur never dared to lay a hand on her again.

Frederick had fiercely protected her for five years, acting as her shield when she had no one else.

She owed him.

"Now, we invite our Chairman and Mrs. Foster to the stage to address the questions from our shareholders and the press," the PR manager announced, guiding them up.

Lydia followed Charles and took her seat at the center of the panel.

After Charles handled a series of rapid-fire questions...

A reporter suddenly turned to her. "Mrs. Foster, do you believe your husband is innocent?"

Leaning slightly toward the microphone, she spoke clearly. "Yes, my husband has been falsely accused."

"Our relationship is incredibly strong. He would never betray me."

"Mrs. Foster, this is surveillance footage that was just leaked. Please take a look."

The massive screen behind them flickered to life, displaying a scandalous, intimate scene between a man and a woman that sent a shockwave through the room.

Lydia gripped the microphone, staring wide-eyed at the screen.

The camera flashes grew frantic, blindingly bright as they targeted her reaction.

"Who is playing this?!"

Seraphina shrieked from the sidelines. "Pull the plug! Now!"

"What is wrong with you people?!"

"Throw that reporter out!"

Security guards swarmed to drag the reporter away, but he started yelling, inciting the rest of the press to erupt into chaotic questioning.

"The public has a right to know! The Foster Group can't hide the truth!"

"Mrs. Foster! Your husband was just exposed for having an affair with your sister! You're just putting on a brave face, aren't you?"

"Insiders claim you moved out a few days ago!"

"You've been estranged and separated for a long time!"

"Are you planning to file for divorce?"

"Please answer the question, Mrs. Foster!"

"Isn't it true that Mr. Foster isn't just a cheater, but a monster guilty of heinous crimes?!"

Releasing the microphone, she walked down the stage, her body trembling with disbelief.

The video had only been a few seconds long. The faces were blurry, and the lighting was terrible.

But she had recognized it instantly.

The man was Frederick, and the woman was...

Just then, her phone buzzed.

She answered the call, greeted by Xavier's solemn voice.

To ensure they could make their flight to the US in time, the press conference had been held near a private helipad.

A helicopter was slowly descending, the roaring wind whipping her dress around her legs.

Frowning sharply, Lydia watched the press swarm forward for a follow-up interview.

Shoving past Charles, she caught the bodyguards off guard, slipping through the chaotic crowd and bolting from the venue.

She ran for her life, ignoring the frantic pursuit of the reporters and security behind her.

Reaching the exit, she yanked open the door of a black Bentley and threw herself inside.