My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Julien's thin lips moved, but he was struck speechless.

That was right. The only one she had a grudge against was Lyra, so the only suspect was Lyra.

"I'll get to the bottom of this." Julien's shoulders shook as he put on his clothes.

Sydney looked at him expressionlessly. "What about after you do? What will you do if Lyra Madden is really behind this?" Julien's eyes darkened slightly. "It won't be Lyra."

"Heh." Sydney sneered. "You're not answering my question. You haven't actually thought of that possibility, have you?"

A glint flashed in Julien's eyes. "If it really was Lyra who did it, I'll have her apologize to you."

"Another apology?" Sydney secretly rolled her eyes.

Julien's brows knitted into a frown. "What do you want then?"

"This here says that I was the one who came in between you and Lyra six years ago. I would be letting the person who posted this Tweet down if I didn't do as they say. So, what I want is very simple. If it really was Lyra who did this, I want you to never be with Lyra!"

Sydney looked at him with icy eyes. "Do you dare to accept, Julien Flint?"

Julien's eyes widened but soon returned to normal." Do you have to do this?"

"Don't have the guts to bet, huh?" Sydney retorted.

Julien pinched his brows. "Fine. I agree."

"In that case, remember what you said, and don't go back on your word when the time comes." After that, Sydney left on her crutches.

She remembered Luke's words not to take the main entrance and headed towards the back door of the stadium instead. At the same time, she also called the driver and told him to pick her up at the back door. However, when she arrived at the back door, she was still surrounded by a group of reporters.

"Ms. Raines, please comment on whether the rumors on the Internet are true. Did you really get between President Flint and Ms. Madden six years ago and used a scheme to marry President Flint?" "Ms. Raines, are you still trying to snatch President Flint back because you were reluctant to divorce him?"

"How could you do this to President Chase?"

"Ms. Raines..."

Sydney felt her brain buzz as the reporters dropped their questions like bombs. Then, she said in a cold voice, "Sorry, but I will not be answering any of your questions now." "Ms. Raines, are you not answering because you're guilty?"

Sydney narrowed her eyes and looked at that reporter. "Since you think I'm guilty, why are you still rushing to ask me? Aren't you being a scumbag?"

The reporter's face went red from Sydney's words. Feeling that he had been humiliated, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Sydney saw it but ignored him. Instead, she looked away and said coldly, "Move! I'm leaving!"

However, as if the reporters did not hear her, not only did they not give way, but they also held up their cameras to take pictures of her face. Some even started live broadcasts.

The viewers watching the live broadcast commented incessantly.

"Woah, she's so arrogant. Why's she acting so righteous for interfering with someone else's relationship and pestering her ex-husband?"

"Yup. She's at her wit's end."

"She looks pretty beautiful, but how could she be so evil?"

Seeing that this group of reporters was not moving, Sydney's anger flared up, and she clenched her fists. Following that, she took out her phone. "Hello, is this the police station? I want to make a report. There

is a group of journalists surrounding me, trying to interview me without permission, and they have injured my leg. I'm at Downtown Gymnasium. Please come immediately, thank you."

Then, she put down her phone.

Dumbfounded, the reporters looked at Sydney in disbelief.

"Ms. Raines, did you actually call the police?"

"You guys have surrounded me. Why can't I call the police?" Sydney laughed in exasperation.

The reporters choked for a moment and then said with dissatisfaction, "Then why did you say we injured your leg? What does your leg injury have to do with us?"

"That's right."

The audience watching the live broadcast also felt that Sydney had gone too far by planting evidence to frame the reporters.

Sydney snorted. "It's true. You didn't hurt my leg, but so many of you are surrounding me and not letting me leave. If I say it was one of you who pushed me, who has the evidence to say otherwise?" At that, the reporters started to back off.

They were here to interview her. However, if the interviewee was injured and insisted that they injured her, they would be legally liable if they could not explain themselves. Now they were afraid!

Sydney snickered when she saw the reporters make way for her, avoiding her like the plague. Only then could she finally walk towards the car with her crutches.

In the meantime, Jayden put on his sports jacket and came to the lounge after asking the manager about Julien's whereabouts.

"Julien." Jayden went in with a basketball in his arms and saw that Julien was the only one inside. Hence, he quickly asked, "Where's Sydney?"

"She left." Julien looked at his phone and responded without raising his head.

"Gone?" Jayden pouted in disappointment. "Why did she just leave without waiting for me? I wanted to ask her how I played."

Julien raised his brows and finally looked at him." When did you get so close to Sydney?"

Jayden scratched his head. "Just recently. I realized that she's different from the Sydney I know."

That was true!

Julien nodded in agreement.

Just then, his phone rang. It was from Lyra.

"Hello, Julian? Where are you? Come out and get me now. I'm being surrounded by the media." Lyra's somewhat frightened voice sounded from the phone.

Julien stood up and said in a low voice, "I'll be right out."

After that, he walked towards the entrance.

Jayden saw this and followed him.

When they came to the main entrance of the stadium, Julien saw Lyra surrounded by a group of reporters.

Her body was curled up as she looked at the reporters surrounding her timidly. She appeared weak, helpless, and pitiful.

Julien frowned when he saw the scene. "Lyra."

"Julien." Lyra's eyes lit up with surprise, and she waved at him with a smile.

He walked over.

The reporters automatically scattered when he passed, possibly because of his overwhelming aura.

With that, he arrived at Lyra's side very smoothly.

Lyra jumped into his arms. "Julien, you're finally here. I was so scared. They surrounded me as soon as I arrived and asked me all sorts of questions. I don't know how to answer." "It's okay." Julien patted her shoulder. "I'll deal with it."

His eyes swept sharply over to the reporters as he spoke, "What did all of you ask her?"

"Uh... We just asked her some questions the netizens are most concerned about, such as whether Ms.

Raines really interfered with your relationship with Ms. Madden back then. Also, is it true that you were blackmailed into marrying Ms. Raines?"

"It's not!" Julien lowered his eyes and spat out the two words without hesitation.

The reporters were stunned.

Lyra was also stunned as she stared at him with wide eyes.

She could not believe that he denied it.

Was it because he wanted to protect Sydney?

Lyra hung her head low, hiding the raging jealousy in her eyes.

A reporter noticed her reaction and looked around before asking loudly, "Ms. Madden, is what President Flint said true?"

Julien glared at the reporter.

However, the reporter endured the intimidation and did not meet his gaze. His eyes were only on Lyra.

Lyra raised her head and forced a pale smile on her pale, beautiful face. "If Julien says it's not, it's not."

The reporters looked at each other when they heard her answer and then followed up with another question.

Standing at the main entrance of the gymnasium, Jayden had a strange expression on his face as he looked at Lyra, who was in the arms of his big brother.

Why was Lyra's answer so strange?

What did she mean by, 'If Julien says it's not, it's not?' Jayden thought it sounded like she was telling the reporters that his brother was lying.

Did she do it intentionally or unintentionally?