My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2191

The assistant smiled obsequiously at what I had said. "Mrs. Roberts, of course, I didn't mean you. You're so nice to us. You wouldn't make things difficult for us. I'm talking about the other Mrs. Roberts."

"Are you saying that woman looked like me?"

Perhaps it had been Naomi. She must have tricked them by dressing up her face to look like me. It wasn't surprising for people to not recognize others as well as their loved ones after all.

"Of course not, she's nothing like you. She looked like one of those influencers..." Realizing that she had said something wrong, she quickly corrected herself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to criticize Mr. Roberts' taste."

I realized that this woman would always babble about for a long time and would never get straight to the point. It was no wonder that she was still a junior assistant even after moving from the Cultural City to this club. Listening to her speak caused others to feel anxious.

Luckily, Anne knew how to control the conversation and asked about the most important thing, "Where's the wine?" "In the basement cellar," The assistant answered calmly then turned sideways to lead us to the basement.

Anne was about to walk ahead when sirens blared from behind them.

We turned around and saw a police car with it's red and blue lights turned on. The car stopped at the entrance of the club. Several uniformed policemen got out of the car and headed towards our direction.

The head officer showed us his badge along with a search warrant in his hand. "Your club is under suspicion of illegal smuggling. We have to search the place in accordance to the law. May I know who is in charge of this place?"

I stepped forward and stood in front of Anne. "I am."

At this moment, I recalled how helpless Monique was before. I couldn't believe that after so many years, it would happen to Anne as well. These dirty tricks were definitely Lucas' idea. It must have been him in the car earlier.

After so many years, Anne was now a grown-up. Yet, he hadn't improved at all and only knew to frame others. He could've gotten more creative at least.

The wines stored in the club were of very high value and there were a lot of them. The total amount of money involved was significantly high. Compared to when Monique was framed for using drugs, this was much more serious. As the actual owner of the club, Anne was very likely going to be arrested.

The police officer looked at me and said coldly, "Please cooperate and allow us to search the place."

Just then we heard several cars hitting the brakes from outside. Several reporters and media agencies rushed in with cameras.

The police were worried that the situation would get out of control, so they stopped them immediately. Even so, the entrance of the club was soon jam packed with people.

"Mrs. Roberts, what do you have to say about the claims that your daughter has been caught smuggling?"

"She had been made a suspect of violating our country's law at such a young age. Is it because she's been raised abroad for so many years and is lacking in education?"

"Miss Moanną, did you choose to start a business in the entertainment line because you believe in the principle of living in the moment and of worshiping money?" "Officer, can you tell us how long the daughter of the richest man in the world will be

sentenced once the will be

confirmed?"

There were men, women, young boys, and girls. All of them waved the cameras and microphones in their hands, trying to judge my daughter's life, condemning her, and even regarded themselves as judge and jury. They had no clue that they themselves were the biggest evil of all.

"Enough!" I shouted, "How much do you people even know about my daughter? What right do you have to judge us?"

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, most of them looked surprised. A few of them weren't afraid of us and simply aimed their cameras at me.

The wife of the richest man in the world was shouting and scolding people on the street. What a great news bit to broadcast. I even came up with a title for them, 'The unknown side of the woman behind the richest man in the world.'

Unfortunately, I wasn't joking at the moment. Not only was I not afraid of being filmed, but I looked directly at the largest camera and deliberately raised my voice.

"I don't care which newspaper you'reNôvelDrama.Org © content.

from. I'm only going to say this once. The law will decide whether my family has actually broken the law But if I see any of these pictures or videos today of my family being spread out or appearing in any news channel, I guarantee you that I will sue you until you are left with

nothing."

After hearing me say that, some smart reporters covered up their cameras. Only the stubborn ones continued to film me.

I looked straight at the camera and smiled contemptuously. Then, the woman hiding behind the camera revealed herself.

When our eyes met, I grew even more aggressive. "I personally agree and support the fact that reporters should have the freedom of speech. However, if anyone intends to hurt my child, I'm sorry. Please be ready to go up against the entire Roberts Group."

I then pursed my lips, narrowed my eyes and kept smiling.

After staring at each other for five whole seconds, the female reporter finally surrendered and slowly switched off the camera in her hand.

The police officer scoffed at this and said, "Mrs. Roberts, you're certainly brave. You'd dare to threaten them in front of the police? I'm afraid you've forgotten the lawyer's code of conduct."

Was I threatening them?

Well, it certainly seemed so.

Protecting Anne was the most important thing right now, and I was being completely honest with myself.

I forced out a fake smile and stopped being polite to him. I stated seriously, "You can say whatever you want, but no mother would remain calm when it involved their children. If you want to sue me for that, please go ahead."

"But," I paused and looked at the reporters, "If I remember correctly, you can only file for that if your client agrees to it, right? So, do any of you want to sue me?"

None of them responded or made a sound.

Seeing that no one dared to make a

move, the police officer waved his hand and began to grow impatient. "Alright, enough of the nonsense. know yourich people always behave arrogantly. But take my word for it, everyone is equal in the face of the law You'd better pray that we find nothing here. If we do find something, be prepared to be thrown into prison!" "Start the search!"