"Whether I eat the mango or not, it will prove I'm the woman in this picture?" Christine smiled.

"Dare you prove it?" The female reporter thought she took an advantageous position and questioned Christine proudly.

Even Gloria had the thought of stuffing the mango right into Christine's mouth.

Christine lowered her eyes. She asked her with a calm voice: "How can you know that the crazy woman in this photo is allergic to mangoes? And how can you be sure that this is me?"

"I..."

"Could it be that you arranged this crazy woman?" Christine asked her back.

The female reporter was dumbfounded. The woman in the photo was obviously Christine. She spent a lot of money to get it.

She was afraid of being found out, so she talked nonsense. "Bullshit. Christine, everyone in the City H knew that you chased Mr. Jones. You stripped yourself to seduce him. You also fucked 3P. Shame on you! You..."

"Slap–"

Christine threw her whole arm over and slapped the reporter hard on the cheek. It was easier and easier for her to slap people.

"How can you slap me?" The female reporter seemed to find an excuse to smear Christine. She cried immediately.

"It is your mouth that I slapped!" Christine smiled coldly. After feeling a burning look that swept over her back, she was afraid of nothing.

"Even if you are Mrs. Brook, you cannot abuse your power and bully people!" The female reporter stood up from the ground shakily. She was fierce-looking and growled at Christine.

Christine raised her eyebrows and slapped her on the left cheek. "You smeared me, that's why I should slap your mouth!"

"I'm telling the truth. I just hit your sore, you... "

"I don't know anyone in the City H who dares to slander Mrs. Brook." The man's aura was awe-inspiring. With a noble and graceful manner, he looked like a superior king.

His sharp and fierce gaze swept over everyone. The atmosphere of the scene was oppressive.

"Abuse her power and bully people? Hah... Christine is my wife. She relies on my power."

Franklin used his strength to prove a fact to Christine that she could do whatever she liked in the City H.

"Wilson, get the CCTV record and sue her for slandering Mrs. Brook and for fabricating lies. What she had done caused mental damage to Mrs. Brook." Franklin's voice was clear and cold. He used "Mrs. Brook" to oppress everyone.

Wilson glanced over the female reporter. Her complexion was white and bloodless. "Yes."

The two bodyguards made her silent and dragged her away.

Christine watched her pleading eyes calmly and coldly.

Franklin pulled back her eyes. He naturally took her hand, interlocked her fingers, glanced at Gloria, and said without any mercy. "Retreat."

Gloria clenched her fists. Unwilling to give up, she was jealous and surprised at Christine's change. When did she become so smart?

Could it be...?

She lowered her eyes and heard Christine's reminder. "Sis, only Mr. and Mrs. Brook can stand here. You are in the way. "

"... I..."

"Take her down. " Franklin completely ignored Gloria's attractive face. Instead, he held Christine in his arms firmly.

The bodyguard took Gloria down very 'politely'. She was reluctant to walk down the stairs. Raising her head, she saw the media taking pictures of Christine and Franklin.

Franklin turned sideways. He stopped the media to ask questions and said in an extremely cold voice. "Christine is my wife. From now on, whoever makes Mrs. Brook unhappy, he or she is against me."

"About the recent slander against my wife in the media, I think it's important for me, as the husband of Mrs. Brook, to explain that the woman who showed up on the wedding day was not my wife."

Two flames were burning in the man's black eyes. He pulled a long face and made Christine lean on him more tightly. "My wife and I were childhood sweethearts. We love each other. Thus, we got married."

"Anyone smears my wife because of the snowball rumors. I'll take action against him. He will be held accountable for his acts!" The man glanced over the crowd. He held her waist with such a great force that her waist was almost broken.

Christine's heart skipped two beats. She became quiet when her eyes fell on Franklin.

She was stunned for a few seconds and then recovered her senses gradually. The happiness and sweetness that her face revealed couldn't fool anyone.

With happiness, Christine's heart tip trembled. Her pupils jumped.

She really had a bad influence on Franklin.

He could tell lies.

And his lying skill was much better than hers. He remained calmer than her.

Looking at the man's calm and handsome features, Gloria was furious at Franklin's behaviour. He knew that the woman in the picture was Christine, but still helped her to tell lies. Some blood gushed out from Gloria's throat again.

On the steps, Franklin suddenly became lazy. He said calmly. "You have five minutes to ask questions, but you'd better be careful about what you say."

If there was no threat in his tone, the media would spit blood.

But this was also a tradition of the Brooks.

The newly married heirs of the Brooks will all have a press conference before giving the media time to ask questions.

Trembling with fear, a reporter held the microphone and chose a nice question. "Mr. Brook, how's your new project going?"

"Fine."

Fine?

The reporter looked up to the magnate, looking for a topic that could go on for five minutes. Then, he forced himself to ask: "Mr. Brook, when did you meet your wife? "

"She was one year old and I was eight years old," Franklin answered without thinking.

Hearing Franklin's lazy tone, the reporter seemed to find a breakthrough and asked again. "Can you remember the birthday of Mrs. Brook?"

"Yes."

"So, how about Mrs. Brook?"

Christine was stuck by the question. She wasn't quite sure about the answer. Lowering her head, she bit her lower lip and moved to the place behind Franklin.

The closer distance made Christine strongly feel the pressure and the overpowering aura from Franklin.

Christine didn't dare to breathe and looked at Franklin carefully.

Looking at Christine's pitiful appearance, Franklin withdrew his gaze and squinted his eyes. His cold face became darker. He clutched Christine's hand harder as if he tried to use this method to calm something down.

Releasing her wrist, Franklin casually tidied her messy hair and whispered to her in a deep and charming voice. "Mrs. Brook is so smart that she can't even remember her husband's birthday."

Christine looked up at him. When she met his eyes, she withdrew her gaze immediately as if she felt a sting on her. She didn't dare to raise her head again.

She thought he would quickly remove his gaze from her. However, after a long while, Christine still felt that Franklin was focusing all his attention on her. She couldn't ignore his deep eyes.

Her heart was thumping as he stared at her. Blinking her eyes, she intended to say something to break the awkward atmosphere, but she was too embarrassed to move.

She had a dry throat for no reason. Probably finding a good excuse, she took a deep breath and said to the media: "I'm not telling you my husband's birthday. If all those female fans came to celebrate his birthday, wouldn't I be jealous?"

All the media: "..."

They were lovey-dovey in front of the media.