Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 173: "Linsey's been quiet these past few days-bet she was gathering evidence. After all the lies thrown at her, she's finally set the record straight."

"Marisol and Joanna are complete fools. Someone find their addresses-I've had enough. I have to do something."

For a moment, the Internet buzzed with the energy of a mob catching a thief red-handed-everyone wanted to see them pay.

Meanwhile, Marisol and Joanna remained blissfully unaware, still reveling in their so-called victory. "Look at this!" Joanna smirked, waving her phone. "It's only been a few hours, and I've already gotten a flood of calls from unknown numbers. Linsey must be losing it."

Marisol smirked, eyes flicking over her phone screen. "It's too late for apologies now. This time, I want her on her knees, begging for my forgiveness."

Joanna's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Linsey won't last much longer. We just have to wait-sooner or later, she'll break and beg the police to release Felix."

Marisol's mood lifted at the thought. "Let's make her squirm a little longer. Joanna, come on-I'm taking you shopping. You'll need something elegant. Felix will be out soon, and you should look absolutely breathtaking when he sees you."

Joanna's cheeks flushed as she beamed. "Thank you, Marisol. That's so nice of you."

As Marisol and Joanna stepped outside, a restless crowd loomed before them, hushed voices brimming with anticipation. The moment eyes landed on them, tension thickened, and murmurs rippled through the crowd like wildfire.

"That's them, isn't it? Marisol and Joanna?"

"I caught the livestream. No doubt about it."

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Marisol and Joanna exchanged a brief, puzzled glance. Probably nosy reporters sniffing around for another headline about Linsey.

Masking her curiosity with a practiced smile, Marisol stepped forward. "May I ask what brings you all here?"

A voice rose from the crowd. "Are you Marisol and Joanna?"

Marisol and Joanna exchanged quick glances before nodding, flashing polite smiles.

Before they could utter another word, something came hurtling through the air. The impact was instant.

A rotten egg exploded against them, its putrid stench filling the air as sticky, yellow sludge dripped down their hair and clothes. Their screams cut through the chaos.

The slimy texture clung to their skin, the rancid odor churning their stomachs. Joanna clutched her dress in horror while Marisol staggered back, her expression twisted with fury.

"Are you all insane?!" she shrieked, her voice raw with rage. "We're calling the police!"

Joanna was just as shaken. She had taken her time getting ready, carefully choosing her outfit before stepping out. Now, she was a disaster-clothes stained, hair matted with filth, looking no better than a street beggar.

Her chest heaved with fury as she scanned the crowd, eyes burning with resentment.

But instead of backing down, the onlookers only grew bolder. "You have the audacity to call the police on us?" someone shouted. "If anyone belongs behind bars, it's you two!"

The crowd roared in agreement. "That's right! You framed Linsey and played us for fools. You deserve to rot in prison!"

"Go on, call the cops! We'd love to see them drag you away!"

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