Chapter 94

A cold glint flashed past Emily’s downcast almond shaped eyes.

She took in a deep breath and tied her shoulder-length air into a ponytail.

Beads of sweats were beginning to form on her forehead and her eyelids stung with tears.

Still, she remained firm where she stood, unwilling to move an inch.

All her ears itched for was more information and what Richard might say about her.

Back in the living room, Barbara was greatly relieved to see that Richard was beginning to cooperate in the interview.

“So, who was the lady on the private jet with you?” Another journalist asked fiercely, his voice sending volumes of utmost curiosity and need for answers.

“Lady on the private jet?” Richard feigned ignorance at first and slowly shifted his eyes to Barbara.

He gave her a quick gaze that sent cold shivers down her spine. She was the cause of everything, and it pierced his heart to see that she informed the media and yet, pretended as though she was only a supportive wife.

“From the information