Chapter 311 Died At The Scene

A few minutes later, some netizens had figured out the identity of the man in the bedroom pic. After that, a video of an interview with the man was shared on social media. At the start, he kept denying it, but finally broke down and admitted it. He said he worked in a club, and he had been in an intimate relationship with Mrs. Huo for two months.

And the last bit of evidence came from James himself. In an interview, he told the media, "Yeah, those pics were taken at the same time my son was fighting for his life." He changed his tone to sound sad. "And I saw Debbie sign the divorce papers with my own eyes... I tried to stop her, but she insisted on it. She said it was hard to tell whether Carlos would live, so she... Dammit! I feel sorry for my son. Why did he choose such a fickle bitch..."

Then the reporters also asked him if Debbie had really gotten an abortion. As a sly fox, James answered tactfully, "I don't know. I didn't see it myself. I hope she wouldn't be so cruel to the baby..."

Debbie closed the video and turned off the screen. She curled up in the back seat of Jared's car, her whole body trembling. 'James is trying hard to ruin me...'

Jared gripped his phone tightly and yelled angrily, "I'll have somebody kill that fucking old fart!"

No sooner had he said this than he started dialing a number to contact his men.

Debbie put a hand on his phone to stop him. With her lips quivering, she muttered weakly, "It's useless. We'll figure something out. Don't do something stupid..." 'Okay, calm down. Don't panic...' she comforted herself in her mind, trying to sort out the chaos of the past days.

She wasn't sure whether or not Carlos was alive. She had to look after herself and the baby.

These rumors went viral within two hours. Debbie had become the target of cyber-bullying. She got death and rape threats, and someone released the address of both the manor and the villa, to aid in tracking her down. Her reputation was being dragged through the mud.

Everyone now thought of her as a scheming little gold digger. Those who heard about it cussed her out with all the foul words they could think of.

Jared and Sebastian spent a fortune trying to have all those rumors and negative news posts on the Internet taken down, but to no avail. Every time they had managed to block one news story, another one would spring up and spread again. Obviously, someone was manipulating everything behind the scenes in an attempt to completely ruin Debbie's rep.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when Curtis touched down in Y City. Things had already gone from bad to worse.

Curtis got a hold of Debb

he shot a cold glance at all these bodyguards and said firmly, "I'm going with her. Try and stop me!"

The bodyguard was baffled. His boss's orders didn't cover this situation. Rather than make the wrong choice, he hastily contacted James.

After ending the call, the bodyguard returned to them and said, "Begging your pardon, Mr. Lu. They want to see her alone. If she does that, she gets to see Mr. Huo one last time before the funeral. Otherwise, go away, and come back the day of the funeral."

James had become too bold. He even barred Curtis from going in.

Just then, the phone rang. It was Wesley. At last! Curtis let Wesley know what was going on, and he gathered a force together to meet them at the manor.

Less than thirty minutes later, a dozen military vehicles arrived at the manor gate.

Wesley quickly jumped out of the lead vehicle and ran up to Curtis. "So what the hell is going on? What happened to Carlos?"

Dozens of armed soldiers in uniforms disembarked from the other vehicles and lined up in three orderly rows, waiting for their leader's instructions.

"Carlos had a car accident. The Huo family has announced his death. But they want to talk to Debbie alone and won't let me go inside. Something's not right," Curtis explained simply. He looked at the bodyguards. They were visibly nervous, being confronted with armed soldiers.

Clenching his fists, Wesley ordered in a loud voice, "Ten-hut!"

"Sir!" all the soldiers behind him said in unison. They stiffened to attention, saluting their superior officer. When he saluted back, they dropped their hands to their sides.

"We're going to take this manor as ours! You have permission to engage!" Following Wesley's orders, the soldiers all dashed towards the bodyguards.