Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 643

Chapter 643 The One Who Knows Me Best

Emelie started speaking. "Regarding my relationship with Mr. Middleton..."

Emelie looked at the men across from her, noticing their eagerness to stop her from speaking. However, they hesitated. They were too afraid of being obvious in front of the cameras.

With a small smile, she said, "Yes, we were indeed in love."

Her admission was straightforward, and William remembered the fireworks in a square in Weston that resembled a meteor shower.

"And we almost walked down the aisle," she continued.

As he recalled the love letters of his youth, the wedding ring that couldn't be taken off, and the wedding dress he designed himself, William's gaze grew darker.

"However "Emelie paused at that crucial moment. Charles and company visibly tensed up.

However, she merely smiled calmly and moved on. "Well, we broke up in the end. I've been working abroad for the past few years, and today I'm here representing the Filo Group to pay my respects to Mr. Middleton Senior."

With that, she was done talking. She didn't mention the wilderness incident from three years ago, nor the Pierce family incident from 28 years ago.

Charles was momentarily stunned before he forced a laugh. "This just goes to show that timing is everything! Ms. Hoven, thank goodness you showed up to clear things up. Otherwise, we'd be dealing with a mess far worse than a missing person case."

Although Emelie smiled, no one could tell what she was thinking.

"That's impossible!" Vanessa yelled out.

She couldn't accept being defeated when she was so close to winning. She pushed past the people in her way and rushed towards Emelie, but her bodyguards blocked her before she could get close.

She stared intently at Emelie. "That's impossible! I saw you getting struck by the crossbow with my own eyes. I get it! You were saved back then. That's how you survived."

When Emelie looked at her, Vanessa took out her phone, muttering, "That must be it. I have other evidence. I filmed a video. Look! Attempted murder is still a crime, right?"

She showed everyone the screen, revealing the old footage in the wilderness. To be exact, it was footage from a dashcam. It was a tiny oversight by William and his team. They had cleared all the witnesses and evidence back then, but they missed this.

It was no wonder Vanessa dared to accuse William with just two witnesses. After all, she was waiting to play this card.

The video was solid evidence. If Emelie hadn't appeared, William would have definitely been taken away by the police. However, since Emelie had appeared, the video evidence became questionable.

Logically, if Emelie had survived after William had tried to kill her, she would consider him an enemy and wouldn't clear his name. However, she didn't mention their deep-seated grudge.

What exactly was going on?

The media tried to make sense of the confusing truth. "Ms. Hoven, can you clarify what you said? What were you about to say when you said 'however'? What exactly happened between you and Mr. Middleton?

Is that video real?"

While Emelie didn't answer, she didn't seem unwilling to. She merely adjusted her gloves.

William spoke softly, "Ashton and Fabian, please bring everyone to rest in the east parlor."

His two secretaries complied with his instructions.

William gestured for Emelie to go inside. "You've come a long way, Ms. Hoven. Please rest in the east parlor."

She grinned and replied, "Mr. Middleton, you know me the best."

He knew she hadn't immediately answered the media because she wanted to negotiate with him first. The outcome of the negotiation would determine what she told the media.

She gestured for her bodyguards to stay back, taking only Jodie with her to the east parlor.

As she passed him, William caught a whiff of an unfamiliar perfume on her. His throat bobbed as he turned to follow her.

The media were reluctant to let such a hot scoop slip past their fingers. "Mr. Middleton! Mr. Middleton However, the bodyguards blocked them, preventing them from getting through.

In the sparse western hills, the sunlight casted shadows across the glazed tiles of the roof of the west hall and the courtyard.

There were a woman and four men inside the hall, with one seated and four standing. The maids, afraid to watch them, quickly retreated after setting down the drinks.

As Emelie picked up an intricate cup, Charles looked at her and chuckled. "Ms. Hoven, it really is you. You truly are..."

She was resourceful and unpredictable. It was impossible to guess her next move.