You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 35 She Was Set Up Like This

There were so many photos that she was surprised. She didn't even know when they were taken.

The first set of photos is taken from the KTV. The head of the Education Bureau supported her

intimately and sat in the taxi.

And, she was flushed and she snuggled up in his arms, while the fat hand of the Dean of Education fell

on her waist.

She frowned tightly and clenched the glass of water in her hands.

She had never gone out with Director Moulton, and the only time was when the teacher had dinner

together.

Then, there was no doubt that Director Moulton must have taken advantage of her when she was

drunk.

The next photo of the second group was the scene when she came out of the hotel early in the

morning. Her clothes were crumpled and her hair was in a mess. She walked unnaturally. Anyone with

discerning eyes could know what had happened.

In the end, the video was played in the Charmed Bar. Jordan Moulton held her in his arms and touched

her...

The eyes of all the teachers in the office looked at Harriet, full of contempt, cynicism, and disdain.

They didn't expect that Miss Smith looked so pure, but what she did behind the scenes was really like a

slut. It was disgusting!

It wasn't that Harriet didn't see the gazes of those teachers, but that she knew very well.

At this time, no matter how much she tried to explain, it would not work at all.

The only thing she wanted to figure out was who took these photos and which newspaper the host

mentioned.

Who is targeting her?

Her thoughts were still wandering, and there was a rush of footsteps. Before she could raise her head,

she had been slapped on the face, which was burning and numb and painful.

Then, there were rough screams and curses. "You b*tch, who are you seducing?"

Harriet even felt that her left face was numb and unconscious. She looked up and saw the grade

dean's wife standing in front of her.

In order to avoid making things complicated, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

His wife was in her forties and was very fat. She was angry and her fat face was shaking. The flames in

her eyes could only burn her to death.

"I didn't seduce Director Moulton." She moved her left cheek in pain and said word by word.

"No? Is it my husband who seduced you, you b*tch? I don't know behind the scenes do not know how

many men have been fucked!!"

Mrs. Moulton was sarcastic and mean. What she said was simply disgusting.

"Of course I know what kind of person I am. I'm afraid that Mrs. Moulton still doesn't know who Director

Moulton is. It's really sad."

She smiled gently, and her words were neither cold nor warm. Director Moulton, relying on the fact that

the principal was his father-in-law, was well-known for his wandering hands in school most like those

young female teachers. Mrs. Moulton must have been kept in the dark at this time.

"To death are unrepentant, really shameless vixen, let all those reporters come in."

Mrs. Moulton was like a plucked hen, her voice was sharp and cut through her eardrums, this stinking

bitch*, how dare she laugh at her!

The reporters, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately swarmed Harriet Smith in and

surrounded Harriet.

"Mr. Smith's normal private life is so unrestrained?"

"As a people's teacher, but the behavior is so uncontrollable, you still have the face of your students?"

"How many men have you slept with, Miss Smith? Is your husband, who got you pregnant before you

were married, aware of this?"

“…”

In addition to the teacher sex * abuse of young children after the case, the teacher has become the

most concerned about the current period of hot spots, such as news headlines, which reporter does not

want to be on?

The number of reporters was so large that the teachers in the office couldn't even stand.

However, none of the teachers spoke up for her. One because there were too many reporters present,

and the other because they were afraid of offending the principal's daughter.

As for the third, they didn't know what kind of person Harriet was.

Therefore, she had to watch the fire across the shore to avoid burning their body.

Harriet was also pushed back. She stumbled and lost her balance, but her hands instinctively covered

her abdomen. She was afraid that she would hurt the baby.

Grace, who was standing not far away, saw her actions clearly. Her white teeth dug deeply into her lips.

Suddenly, she felt hot in her head and pretended to lean forward. Her body was unstable and she

slammed forward.

The reporter standing in front of her was caught off guard. He was hit hard, and his body naturally

slammed forward.

She couldn't resist the impact of the crowd behind her. As a result, she fell to the ground, especially her

abdomen, which collided firmly with the edge of the table...

An indescribable pain came from her abdomen. She was so painful that her face turned pale. She sat

there and found that she could not get up!

Even so, the reporters still had no intention of stopping. It was still crowded and noisy.

Her mind was full of buzzing sounds. She felt that even her head began to feel dizzy, and she could not

bear the dizziness and pain.

The reporters seemed to have gone mad. Some of them even accidentally stepped on the back of

Harriet's hand.

Harriet thought of the gap, Mrs. Moulton stared at Harriet with satisfaction. She twisted her fat butt and

snorted.

"Let this shameless b*tch be arrogant in front of me again!" Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At this time, a low and cold voice came, "Get out of the way!"

The sound was so powerful that the reporters couldn't help but stop what they were doing.

Looking in the direction of the voice, they were all stunned on the spot like statues, without exception.

He... He... "Why is he here?"

Beau was only wearing a gray sweater. He seemed to be a little dusty. His handsome face was

covered with frost, his eyes were cold, and his voice was gloomy.

"Stand still? Do you want me, to repeat what I just said, huh?"

His imposing manner was so intimidating that all the reporters did not dare to speak, let alone look into

his eyes. They just spontaneously stepped aside to make way for him.

Who dares to offend him in the Tranton?

But then again, what was the relationship between Miss Smith and Beau?

Only, who would dare ask? "How dare to beard the lion?"

He strode over quickly. Beau's thin lips were tightened into a straight line. He bent down and held

Harriet in his arms. His movements were very gentle subconsciously.

Surprised, she looked at the familiar and handsome man's face in front of her in shock. She grabbed

his sweater tightly and whispered, "Beau..."

She thought she was hallucinating, but when she touched the warmth of the sweater, her heart became

hotter and softer.

"Hmm?"

He raised his voice and swept his gaze across her cheeks. Her cheeks were red, swollen, and pale

without a trace of life.