In the light, Rita was enveloped in the shadow of Liam. At that moment, she was not afraid, but surprised at the man in front of her. Her mind went blank. ‘Did Liam block the mineral water bottle for her? He’s... He’s helping her!’
The bottle of mineral water hit the man on the back with a clunk. It sounded very painful, but there was no change on his cold face. He just looked at the woman in his arms coolly. Something imperceptible flickered in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Suddenly he spoke. Rita just came to her sense. She forced herself to take her eyes back from his face. “Yes...”
Making sure she was okay, Liam let go of her. He turned, and the dark eyes swept to the crowd.
Suddenly, a strong sense of pressure came. Those who had just been clamoring for Rita to get out, suddenly became silent. None of them dared to be reckless again. They were afraid that the man on the stage who ate people without blinking would smash their bones, with nothing left.
“What proof do you have that my wife secure advantages through pull or influence?” Suddenly, the man picked up the microphone and spoke.
There was no anger in his voice. But with his voice, the scalp tingled. The crowd could not help gulping. The atmosphere held their breath.
In F City, everyone knew his strong hand. To provoke him was similar to provoke the bloodthirsty Sura in the hell. And there would be only one end that was death!
“You threw the water bottle. Don’t look at, that’s you! What makes you say that my wife’s achievement has been made by virtue of our relationship? !” The man repeated, staring at Duke.
On one side, Rita was stunned. She turned to the tall man beside her, with her eyes widening and astonishment on her face.
‘In the past, the last thing he wanted was that she revealed her identity publicly as Mrs. Wilson. He wished to disassociate himself from her! But what’s going on today? He calls her his wife!’
Just when she was suspicious, the man stretched out his big hand to her. Before she reacted, she felt her waist a tight. Then she was taken into his arms by Liam. “!!!”
They bumped together. Her body suddenly tensed and the heart also skipped a beat.
"You... You admit that she is your wife. What else can I say?" Liam stared at Duke coldly. Thus, Duke swallowed nervously. Although he spoke with a little tough tone, his voice obviously trailed off.
"So can’t she take part in the design competition as my wife?" Liam asked with a sneer.
Duke was stunned and quickly retorted, "But everyone in the University of F City knows that she has poor basis skills. There are records on her class attendance in the school. How is it possible for a student going to school two months before the competition to win the prize?”
"What's more, Charlotte, acknowledged by the school, is the most qualified one among the contestants of the university. However, she did not win the first place, even the top 15! Excuse me, why? Is it necessary to give an explanation? "
Duke was more determined as he said, and even reached out and pulled Charlotte up.
"Duke, not getting the place means that my design is not good enough. Don't quarrel with Liam. Let's go back." Charlotte stood up, disassociating herself from this disturbance completely with a word.
But Duke still thought that Charlotte was so kind that she would not like to clash with Rita. Duke looked down on Rita. They are sisters. Why one is so kind, but the other tries to get something for nothing!
Duke sneered at Rita and looked at Liam. "Mr. Wilson, please answer the two questions I mentioned above."
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