Contracted Bride Is Trapped By Her Husband - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Vicious Move

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Luke, go see what’s happening over there.” Aren looked at the crowd that was quickly gathering below. His cold face was unreadable, but his furrowed brows showed his emotions.

“Yes!” Luke immediately went over.

Before long, Luke found out what had happened from the onlookers, and told Aren what they said.

“Master, do you want to go over and take a look personally? It seems to be getting worse and worse.” Luke frowned as he looked at Miss Jocelyn, who was alone in the crowd.

“Mm.” After a faint reply, Aren hung up.

“So is Master coming or not?” Luke, who was standing outside the crowd, was confused. He was still worried about Miss Jocelyn.

“Are you saying that you made the dress I am wearing? You stole my dress but still call me a thief. How can you say such twisted things?” Maria’s eyes were filled with tears and grievance.

The people at the scene were already pointing at Jocelyn and accusing her. After all, the Wilsons were on Miss Maria’s side, and no one was speaking up for Jocelyn.

“Alright, since you said that you bought the dress I am wearing, let me ask you, where did you buy this dress from? Do you have a receipt? How much is it?” Jocelyn didn’t want to make things worse, but it wasn’t up to her now.

If people thought she was a thief at the banquet, how could she become Mrs. Brown?

“This… I asked a friend of mine to buy this dress overseas and put it in my closet at home. I don’t wanna wear it just yet, and the invoice and package are still at home. If you don’t believe me, you’ll know once you go back.”

Maria was making up things. Luckily, she had a lot of dresses. As long as she took out an invoice, she would be able to fool everyone.

Seeing that Maria was still unwilling to tell the truth, Jocelyn looked at her and quickly said, “But I know all the details of the dress on you, including the size of the dress and the design of the dress. I know all of them in my mind. But can you tell me the color of the gauze on the inside of this dress on me?”

Although her voice was gentle, every word she said was to the point.

Jocelyn could tell everything about the dress on Maria, but could Maria tell her the color of the gauze on the inside of the dress on her?

If Maria really liked this dress, she should have seen the color once, right?

Hearing that, the crowd around looked at Maria, as if they were wondering if Maria could answer Jocelyn’s question.

Everyone looked at Maria, waiting for her answer.

“I… I…” Maria stuttered.

Everyone’s gaze became sharper. Their opinion had changed, and they started to doubt their previous judgment. Could it be that Maria was actually the thief?

While they were wondering, no one noticed that Mrs. Wilson was now standing behind Jocelyn.

Everyone’s attention was on the question of who was the thief between Jocelyn and Maria. Clearly, they were very curious about the gossip about the Wilson family.

Which one was the real thief? The daughter of the ex-wife or the daughter of the current wife.

After making sure that no one was looking at her, Mrs. Wilson suddenly reached out and tugged at the hollow thread on Jocelyn’s back.

The thread was used to connect the dress and keep it in place. If the thread was pulled apart, it meant that Jocelyn’s beautiful dress would begin to slide down her back until her bra was revealed.

If Jocelyn’s body were exposed in this banquet where all the rich people were gathered, from then on, she would lose her reputation. When people talked about her, they would laugh and say, “She is the woman who was naked at the Brown Family banquet.”

This move was truly vicious.

At this moment, there were many people surrounding Jocelyn, and Mrs. Wilson was very quick. She quickly extended her hand from the right side of Jocelyn, grabbed the edge of the thin thread, and pulled it downwards.

Under this force, with the thread untied, the dress loosened and floated to the ground

The dress spread out in all directions, and in no time, the dress would slip to the ground, revealing Jocelyn’s body covered only by her bra.

Hidden in the crowd, Mrs. Wilson’s eyes were glowing crazily, and her heart was pounding violently.

“Come on! Reveal her body! Let everyone see who you really are.” She mumbled.

Jocelyn felt that her dress was about to fall off her body, but it was too late. Her dress was about to fall to the ground.

It’s over!