Upon receiving the news, Ella’s lips curled into a cold smile. So, Brianna was finally making her move. Very well, if Brianna wanted to strike, then Ella would be ready to counter.
Meanwhile, Brianna had tried calling Robert numerous times, but he never answered her calls. She put down her phone and stared coldly at the mirror, looking at the face that had regained a bit of its former radiance after a month of rest. However, the wrinkles on her skin were beyond repair.
Her once-beautiful eyes were now filled with a murderous intent, a burning desire to tear apart everyone who had wronged her.
But in the next moment, Brianna’s expression softened, her fierce gaze replaced by a deceptive gentleness.
"Mom, here are the photos I had the private investigator take. Dad isn’t living with that bitch, but... they’re often seen together." Hannah approached, placing a stack of photos on the table.
Brianna glanced at them—pictures of Robert and Emily together. The sight of them made her blood boil, and her nails dug into her palms, the hatred in her eyes growing more intense.
"They’re just a pair of adulterers! After I hold this press conference, I’ll sue him! That bitch’s pregnancy is undeniable proof of Robert’s affair!" Brianna said coldly.
"Mom, don’t worry too much. First, focus on the press conference, and then on suing Mrs. Jones. Doing that will greatly improve your public image!" Hannah replied confidently.
She had hired an exceptionally skilled lawyer for the case. Although Hannah didn’t have much money, she still had her body! In order to win this lawsuit, Hannah paid a lot.
The hatred in Brianna’s eyes surged like a storm. "You’re right. We need to nail the press conference first. Ella might try to cause trouble, but without solid evidence, all they have are witnesses. We can pin the defamation charges on her."
Hannah’s face lit up with a rare, bright smile. She wrapped an arm around Brianna’s shoulders. "Mom, just rest up. In three days, you’ll have your chance at redemption."
Brianna’s image had taken a severe hit after she caused Emily to miscarry, but Hannah had already connected with Leah. Leah’s connections were extensive, and to help Hannah take down Ella, she had even brought in a well-known doctor to conduct a psychiatric evaluation of Brianna.
This doctor was highly reputable in Country S, so if he certified Brianna as mentally unstable, they could deflect much of the blame. After all, it was known that Emily had provoked Brianna, and mentally ill patients are particularly sensitive to such stimuli. Once the press conference took place, Robert could find himself in a precarious position.
Brianna was determined to use any means necessary to exact her revenge on Robert.
With just an hour left until Brianna’s press conference, Ella and Eric sat on the balcony of the presidential suite at the Nelson Group Hotel, leisurely sipping apple juice.
Directly across from them was the R Hotel, where Brianna was about to hold her press conference.
Ella took a few sips of her juice, a serene smile playing on her delicate features. She leaned back lazily in the wicker chair, her soft, flowing hair cascading down, adding to her relaxed and elegant aura.
Her long, slender legs were casually crossed under the table, and she sipped her juice, drawing Eric’s attention. His Adam’s apple bobbed again as he watched her, unable to resist leaning over to capture her lips in a heated kiss, tilting her face toward him.
As Eric’s hand began to roam, Ella quickly slapped it away with a sharp "smack." "Stop that, it tickles!"
"If I press harder, it won’t tickle..." Eric teased.
"Get lost!" Ella retorted.
Eric, feigning a wounded look, put on a mock pout. "Ella, how can you be so violent towards your man? If my heart gets hurt, you’ll have to work extra hard to make it up to me tonight!"
Ella couldn’t help but laugh, her long hair fluttering in the wind. "Mr. Nelson, stop pretending to be some innocent young boy. You’re too old to pull that off!"
Eric’s face darkened. "Who are you calling old?"
"You, of course! You’re already twenty-five or twenty-six... so much older than me... An uncle shouldn’t try to act young; it’s not a good look!"
"Ella, do you really think I’m old? How about we test... my abilities right now?" His wicked laughter filled the air as he held her head in place, making escape impossible.
Ella quickly forced a smile. "Mr. Nelson, I was just joking! Don’t be so petty, okay?"
"Petty? If I were petty, would I work so hard to please you?" Eric’s smile was devilish as he added, "Your naughty little mouth will get a serious punishment tonight!"
Nearby, flowers were in full bloom, their vibrant colors reflecting off Eric’s captivating features, making him look even more striking. Ella found herself wanting to... well, maybe take a bite out of him.
"What’s wrong? Staring at a handsome guy, feeling tempted?" Eric asked smugly, noticing Ella’s fixed gaze on him.
For the first time, he felt genuinely pleased with his own appearance.
Ella rolled her eyes at him but then turned serious. "Eric, do you really think Brianna plans to go all out against Robert?"
Eric stole another kiss from her cheek, and Ella playfully poked his head. "Then I’ll have to watch the show. I’m sure Brianna has something big planned."
"I’ll go with you," Eric insisted. On such an important day, he wouldn’t let her face anything alone.
Ella smiled. "Don’t worry. Brianna will be too focused on Robert to bother with me. After all, I’m not an easy target—especially with you by my side."
"Brianna spent six months in prison. She’s likely more cautious and sharp now. No matter who she’s targeting, you need to stay vigilant," Eric said seriously.
A hint of unease lingered in his voice. Despite his superior position and resources, he couldn’t shake the feeling of worry.
Ella paused, her eyes flashing with a cold glint. Eric was right—Brianna had spent a month after her release quietly plotting. She would undoubtedly aim to take down both Robert and Ella if possible, killing two birds with one stone.
Today was bound to be anything but ordinary.
Ella was eager to see how Brianna would try to whitewash her sins and turn herself into the victim.
At exactly ten in the morning, Brianna and Hannah arrived at the R Hotel, escorted by a few bodyguards. The journalists, though excited, remained calm, knowing they would soon have the chance to ask their questions freely during the press conference.
Ella and Eric, dressed in matching black outfits and wearing dark sunglasses, entered the venue discreetly through the back entrance.
Robert couldn’t afford to ignore this event, knowing Brianna would likely present damaging evidence against him.