"Brother, let me explain—" Even when cornered, Gracia still tried to defend Marsha. Alas, she immediately shut her mouth and bowed her head in shame just by one look of Clyde's enraged gaze.
"Or did you ask Rachel Schwartz to use that money to send journalists to the hospital?"
Marsha fell into panic when Clyde suddenly brought up the topic, she couldn't help but cower in fear. "Answer me! What did you do that for?"
The man's thundering voice made Marsha flinch and instantly threw herself on the floor, crawling and kneeling in front of Clyde, begging him with tears in her eyes.
"B-Brother Clyde! It... It wasn't like what you think! I was so worried about you! I cared about your reputation, I just wanted to show people that you didn't die in that jet explosion! Th-that's why...! That's why I sent them there! Please believe me...!" She said, sobbing while hugging the man's leg.
See you in my server!