My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 426

Chapter 426

However, as celebrities who were accustomed to the spotlights, they exchanged a glance and immediately came up with a solution.

I can't believe Megan that b*tch would have the audacity to plot against us by bringing in so many reporters.

Damn it!

Through the unspoken understanding from years of working together, the two men eventually calmed down and started responding to these reporters.

"Ms. X, what's going to happen to the fashion industry in the future if you do something like that just to win an award?"

"With such a persona, Ms. X, have you ever thought about your country when you incorporated historical elements in your design?"

"You are a disgrace to your country. Jeez, have you ever thought about the consequences of disgracing yourself at Fashion Week?"

"A designer like you is a disgrace to the whole fashion industry! Will you be banned from the fashion industry now that things have fallen apart?"

The reporters, mostly European, who wanted nothing more than to see the Eurasian countries make a fool of themselves, started bombarding Ashlyn with questions, like an annoying swarm of bees. Now that they had finally laid hands on such a scoop, the excitement on their faces was palpable.

"This woman drugged us both," Reedman said directly. "When we disagreed, she hit us with a fish tank, and not only that, but she also even wounded us with a glass!"

"Exactly," O'Brien added, deliberately showing his wounds. "The world knows that the two of us are good brothers. Look what she had done to us. Look how vicious and shameless she was. I think I need an ambulance! I have to get first aid. I'm afraid I'll bleed to death!"

The two men incriminated Ashlyn in perfect harmony. In addition to the injuries and the blood gushing out from their wounds, there was a faint smell of blood wafting in the air and it was a rather gory sight to behold.

"Ms. X, how ruthless of you to commit such a heinous and insidious act in order to win the award."

"You don't deserve to be a designer and you don't deserve to participate in Fashion Week!"

"You're simply disgusting!"

The reporters started attacking Ashlyn again, one after another.

"She's trying to force us to give in, so she can leave us both in the lurch after getting what she wants," O'Brien said, putting on a piteous look. "These Eurasian never learn their place at fashion weeks, after all. "She probably still thinks it's a national honor that she did that to us," Reedman said, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "I must say, I'm starting to see these Eurasians in a different light now. They're so..."

Ashlyn's eyes brimmed with rage. Her grip on the doorknob was so tight that her knuckles went white.

"Slandering me and my country like crazy, is this how you Europeans behave?" she demanded in a weak, yet oppressive voice, eyeing the group of reporters who were madly disparaging her and her country, and O'Brien and Reedman, who were mocking and insulting her and her country. "Can the words spoken by these two filthy men be trusted?”

"Ms. X, these two gentlemen are big names in the industry, with excellent reputation and character," a reporter said in a shrill voice, almost sticking the microphone in her hand into Ashlyn's mouth. "Mr. Reedman is loyal to his wife, even though she has removed her uterus and couldn't have children for the rest of her life. And Mr. O'Brien, oh God, he's got a girlfriend of nine years who had cheated on him not just once, but he would beg for her to come back to him and now they're about to get married. These two gentlemen are simply angels sent from heaven!"

"Yeah! One's an Oscar winner and the other's a director of design of a major international brand. How could they possibly frame you?"