Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 875

Judy’s POV

I didn’t speak right away.

The words “investigation” and “cheated” echoed in my head like they didn’t belong to me, like Irene had said them to the wrong person. My hands felt cold, even though the room was warm.

“I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head as I tried to process what she was saying.

As if she knew I would need the proof, she turned her phone to face me. I had been off the radar for most of the day and night while we dealt with this Megan situation and visited Levi earlier at the prison.

My mother had called me earlier, but I turned off my phone right after I texted her, and I hadn’t bothered to turn it on again the entire time. Now I'm worried that once I turn it back on, I'll be bombarded with text messages, missed calls, and news updates.

My head was spinning.

I stared at her phone screen, dumbfounded; sure enough… There I was—a picture of me kissing Gavin at the competition.

Judy Montague and Gavin Landry's Relationship. Bias during the Gamma Competition?

“Even though you didn’t announce your relationship until after the competition, they are saying there is new evidence that proves you had relations prior. Which makes my father biased during the competition,” she continued to explain, paraphrasing the article.

“But I didn’t cheat,” I said, shaking my head. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I know that,” she told me without hesitation. “But what I think doesn’t matter. They will think I’m biased, too. This is about what everyone else thinks, and now there is an open investigation.”

I shook my head, still not believing what she was saying.

“Gavin is the most powerful Lycan Chairman,” I reminded her. “There’s no way they would mess with him like that. An open investigation on a Landry is a suicide mission.”

Irene shook her head.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” I asked.

Irene smirked, almost looking like herself again.

She folded her arms across her chest and studied me with her sharp eyes for a moment; I felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny, but she took a step back to really assess me again.

“Firstly, we need to do something about your wardrobe,” she said, making me glance down at my hoodie and yoga pants.

“What about them?” I asked. “It was a long drive, and it’s not like I went anywhere important.”

She rolled her eyes.