Chapter 283: Chapter 283

“You fucking-” Zion stepped forward before that fool could raise his hand against Rachel. Zion then grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the fool.

“Talk nicely,” Zion warned with a low voice.

I looked at that fool and asked, “You were saying that the photo in your phone is mine? What do you want?

let you off if you would just get a divorce and follow me instead, bitch,” that man continued to shamelessly say.

“Oh.” I nodded before saying. “This isn’t my photo. How could you prove that this is my photo? I have a mole on my left shoulder, but I don’t see any in this photo of yours?”

That fool was stunned. He started to zoom into the photo to check, mumbling, “Who knew you-”

I said, “Please help me file a police report, Officer Landon. There are so many media and self–

media workers currently live–streaming. Surely his rumors must have escalated to a criminal offense now, right?

Please file a police report for me, and I’ll have to trouble you and Rachel to handle it.”

That fool was about to speak, but Rachel stuffed something into his mouth to shut him up.

After a while, Zion only realized that she had used his wallet to stuff the fool’s mouth. He then brought the fool away, and the media followed along as they continued to record the moment.

“I’m sorry you had to witness such a scene,” I said to the media while wiping my tears. “People have been defaming me on purpose lately. I’m not sure why they are doing it either-”

Someone spoke up from the crowd and said, “You’re too naive. Your husband and the baby inside you are now the only heirs of the Lincoln Group’s huge amount of money and shares. How would they fight for the inheritance if not by defaming you?”

I came to the realization upon her words and tooked at the person in shock. “Is that what’s happening now?”

I started crying as I said, “My husband- he’s a bit mentally–challenged. He’s naive and easily bullied. Someone even slandered him and said that he was abusing the animals when he rescued stray animals before this.

“I’m afraid that someone might make a big deal out of his mental illness. That way, whatever that belongs to the Lincoln family might really be snatched away by others!”

As soon as I started crying, many people started standing up for me.

Someone said, “I’ve met that Lincoln heir before. Even though he’s mentally ill, he is very kind. He would feed the stray dogs! He definitely isn’t a wicked man.”

Another said, “You’re right! This is how they play to fight for inheritance. They’ll bully a mentally-

challenged person and a pregnant lady!”

Since when did the weak have an inherent advantage to gain sympathy from others?

When did I start to understand such ways? I seemed to learn it from Yasmin. I had to give credit to her for being my mentor in this area.

Yasmin was glaring seethingly at me. She knew that I was playing her tricks. I turned to look at Martin and Michael with a smile.

If Martin was still planning to make a big deal out of Steven’s mental illness, the public opinion wouldn’t side him even if he sent Steven into the as asylum.

Martin looked beyond pissed, whereas Peter had been smiling meaningfully.

“We’re the police! We received a report that someone was assaulting people. We’ll need to investigate. further. Please come with us.”

As expected, the police came shortly after to take Steven away. That man called Jake had called the police under Martin’s instructions.

“Jake was the one provoking- I said, subconsciously trying to protect Steven.

But he hugged me from behind and said softly, “I need to go, Stephie.”

Steven’s voice was low, but his gaze was directed at Peter.

I could feel his icy demeanor. He seemed to have already known that Martin would pull such a stunt.

If he knew everything and had deliberately fallen into the trap by hitting Jake, was his aim… to meet Peter?

Steven knew that once he was sent to the asylum, Peter would be the one that would “train” and “treat”

him.

“You can refuse to go-” I said with a low voice. Peter was a dangerous person.

“I have to go.” Steven hugged me before saying, “Ewan can be trusted.”

He then entrusted me to Ewan.