After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908

"I don't know if Jasper's got it done," Sylvia stood by the window and casually pulled the curtains closed before turning to look at Franklin on the bed. She had a feeling things wouldn't go so smoothly.

"If he can't even handle this small thing, then he doesn't deserve to work for me for so many years." Franklin's deep eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy male lion emitting a strong sense of drowsiness. "Go to sleep."

Sylvia didn't say anything but sat directly on the bed and lay down beside him. The man reached out his arm and embraced her into his arms. She lay on top of him, listening to his powerful heartbeat like a special melody until she gradually fell asleep.

The Morningbreeze Website.

Several parents were still performing various acts in the conference room while some Morningbreeze reporters were there guiding them on how to brew emotions. "Yes, that's it! You have to show extreme sadness; otherwise, how could you possibly arouse public sympathy?"

"You're crying too fake; you have to cry painfully!"

"And you don't need to keep looking miserable; hurry up! It's already 9. 30 pm; finish quickly and go back home tired!"

"Hurry up and cooperate more!"

Several parents were already exhausted as they weren't professional actors.

The video effects produced always left something wanting for the website's standards.

Except for Mauricio's mother and Tyshawn's father who passed through with their videos uploaded online, all other parents' videos either looked stiff or unnatural or couldn't even cry properly.

One cameraman was so angry that he almost broke down after carrying around his camera all day long. "Do you want money or not? If yes, then cooperate well!"

"Don't be angry."

"We will definitely do better."

Several parents nodded obediently before going back into their respective corners again brewing emotions while memorizing what they would say when recording their videos later.

Just then came a loud bang!

Someone kicked open the door of the conference room followed by an urgent voice from reception asking who they were and why they barged into their company.

"I'm calling security!"

"Get lost!" A cold male voice sounded off

Then came screams from reception. "They're hitting people! They're hitting people!"

Several reporters looked shocked towards where noise was coming from, only seeing one tall man bringing in several men dressed in black clothes, breaking inside. One black-clothed man immediately took out his phone, starting recording video footage.

Several parents were reciting their manuscripts and trying to muster up emotions, all of which were recorded by the other party's phone.

The journalists were frightened and quickly stood in front of the parents, staring at Jasper with a look of vigilance. "What are you trying to do?" one journalist asked.

Jasper looked coldly at them. "We're not doing anything, we just want to take away your jobs."

"You have some nerve! Who do you think you are?" The head journalist was about to start yelling when Jasper interrupted him.

A man in black stepped forward and grabbed his hand, twisting it back, causing him to scream in pain. "Where is Mr. Ritter?" Jasper asked coldly as if he hadn't heard the man's screams.

"He's in the CEO's office!" The head journalist stuttered out an answer as soon as he could speak again. As soon as he spoke, the man let go of his fingers.

He took several steps backwards before hiding behind everyone else; they were too scary! In his eyes, these people were like ruthless murderers; he just wanted to stay far away from them.

Jasper ignored them and turned around walking towards Mr. Ritter's office where there was noise coming from outside but Mr. Ritter hadn't left yet; he was still on the phone with Mrs. Ritter. "Don't worry, my sister-in-law," He said reassuringly into his phone, "I'll handle Franklin and Sylvia."

"Okay," She replied, "You don't have to worry about anything either."

"I'll talk to you later, sis." He hung up right before hearing loud banging on his door followed by Jasper bursting into his office along with several men dressed in black suits

Mr. Ritter jumped out of fright but quickly regained composure while holding onto his cellphone tightly, frowning at them. "What do you want? Do you even know who I am?"

"Aren't you just a lapdog for 'the Ritter family'." Jasper sneered mockingly, "And yet this lapdog thinks it deserves any sort of treatment?"

"You!" Mr. Ritter never expected that Jasper would attack him so viciously right off the bat which made him turn red-faced while clenching onto his cellphone tightly. "Remember you're in my territory, so I suggest that you should leave now, or else I'll call for police backup."

He raised up his cellphone threateningly, "I will report everything that has happened here today."

"Call the police? Sure, I was just about to hand over this thing in my hand to them. Saves me from making another phone call." Jasper reached out and immediately a black-clad person handed him a file folder.

He slowly opened the seal of the file folder and casually glanced at Mr. Ritter. "I believe you'll be very interested in what's inside this."

Mr. Ritter's heart skipped a beat as he stared at Jasper with suspicion. "Don't play games with me, do you think I'm easily scared?"

"I suggest you take a closer look before speaking," Jasper pulled out a printed receipt of transfer records and held it up in front of Mr. Ritter's face, "open your eyes wide and see what this is."

"No!" Mr. Ritter involuntarily took several steps back when he saw the receipt, his face turned pale without his previous arrogance, "how... how did you get this?"

"If you want something badly enough, it will naturally come to you," Jasper sneered at him disdainfully, "Mr. Ritter, I advise you to be sensible and go to the police station by yourself; admit that everything was orchestrated by yourself; falsely accusing our Mr. Franklin and Miss Andrews . Otherwise... I will expose all of these..."

When Mr. Ritter saw that familiar face and figure, he froze for a moment and showed signs of panic and shock. "Dalton? What are you doing here? Didn't you go back home?"

"Don't continue pretending like you don't know anything," Jasper coldly interrupted him. "He's already confessed everything - all that money came from you! You even had him transfer funds for you! Do you have anything else to say?"

If it weren't for Franklin's concern about their future lives, he would have thrown Mr. Ritter straight into jail right now.

"False accusations! He's making false accusations!" Mr. Ritter pointed at Dalton and cursed him out loud. "How could he be so heartless? I treated him so well; when he said he wanted to resign, I gave him travel expenses plus an extra month's salary! How could he accuse me like this?"

Dalton felt wronged almost crying. "Mr. Ritter, I had no choice but confessing; they threatened me saying they would break my legs if I didn't tell them everything; they were going take me down town too."

"You... you ungrateful wretch!" Mr. Ritter fumed with anger. "I can't stand this anymore!"

While Mr. Ritter was furiously typing on his phone sending messages through Facebook asking Mrs. Ritter for help, Jasper watched coldly from aside waiting for this exact moment.

Mr. Ritter thought himself clever after sending those messages but then half a minute passed by without any response from Mrs. Ritter.

A full minute went by without any response either.

Now feeling anxious but unable make phone calls while facing Jasper, he paced around inside his office like an ant on hot bricks.

In desperation against Jasper's group who were watching over there, he shouted angrily. "If it wasn't done by me then it wasn't done by me!

You guys should leave quickly since bringing Dalton here is useless anyway..."

Just as things seemed hopeless... his Facebook suddenly rang out loud!

Quickly opening up his phone screen hoping beyond hope...

When he saw Mrs. Ritter's response, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. All hope was shattered in an instant.

"You can figure it out yourself. You can't even handle such a small matter? This is all your doing and has nothing to do with me. Take care of yourself."

He was abandoned?

Mrs. Ritter could be so heartless?

This woman had no shame at all! He did everything for her, but in the end, he got nothing and was left as a discarded pawn.

He felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an abyss of ice-cold darkness.