Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 89 Use Him

Chapter 89 Use Him

In that case, Margaret was not Samuel's lover after all.

If you must choose between a majestic dragon or a lazy sloth, which one would you choose?

Obviously the dragon would be the default choice!

"So, what you said about Samuel going to..." Monique thought of what Charleston said previously.

Samuel did not go back to the office, but to his mistress.

"His mistress is pregnant. She might have called him over." Charleston said casually.

Monique's eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

Her husband left as soon as she was admitted to the hospital.

He did not care about her at all. To make matters worse, he left to see his lover.

Monique only felt that a dagger had been stabbed into her heart.

In an instant, she felt angry, wronged and unsatisfied.

"I've asked my assistant to send the medical report and address to your phone. You can take a look."

Charleston continued.

Monique immediately came to her senses and quickly turned on her phone. As expected, she had

received an unfamiliar document.

She clicked on it and found a prenatal medical record. The other party had been pregnant for a month.

"So, Samuel deliberately slandered me to protect his mistress?" Margaret asked while raising her

eyebrows.

She was not a fool. She quickly got things figured out once she had all the available information laid out

in front of her.

"You could put it that way. Besides, you should know his lover." Charleston said with a faint smile.

"Do I know her?"

"It's Emilia!"

"It's her." Margaret was taken by surprise.

"Based on the time of pregnancy, they probably hooked up on the cruise ship." Charleston said as he

tightened his grip on Margaret's hand. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Margaret narrowed her eyes.

She did not expect that Emilia would be so disrespectful to herself.

However, there were so many people in the entertainment industry. Why did Samuel use Margaret as a

shield?

Margaret suddenly thought of her own nanny car stopping at the residential area for no reason.

It seemed that this may be part of Stephanie's scheme.

"Samuel! Samuel!" Monique squeezed the phone in her hand. "We've been married for so many years.

If it weren't for me, he would still be an ordinary white collared worker. I didn't expect that because I had

a weak heart and couldn't bear a child, he would actually..."

Margaret stared at Monique, her heart a little unease to see this.

At this moment, Monique looked like the second Melissa.

Back then, Melissa was also a wealthy young lady who somehow wanted to marry William...

No one expected William to be a cold-blooded backstabber.

He even had a child with the help!

"What's the use of crying here? Just divorce him." Margaret looked at Monique.

Upon hearing this, Monique stopped crying and shook her head, "But it's been a ten year marriage..."

"That means you've been muddle-headed for ten years. Do you still want to continue being like that?"

Margaret was getting unhappy. "Was ten years not enough for you to recognize the scumbag for what

he is? You're in your forties now. That's the prime time for women. Look at what you've done to yourself

because of him."

Monique unconsciously looked at the mirror by the bed.

Before she got married, she was also the beloved daughter of her family. But after marrying Samuel,

she worked hard for his career, endured his parents' displeasure towards her and was on her toes

about Samuel's lover.

Her face was wrinkled before its time and her eyes had lost the light that was there before her

marriage.

"Women don't live for men. They live for themselves." Margaret's tone turned gentle.

"I..." Monique was obviously touched.

"Think about it carefully. However, whether you are divorcing him or not, please help me clear my name

on the internet. I don't want to be used as a scapegoat," Margaret said grumpily.

"I will contact the paparazzi to sort things out. Don't worry. I'm really sorry for the misunderstanding

before." Monique looked at Margaret.

Margaret was the type of person who favored the soft approach rather than one done with force.

At this moment, Monique was gentle and what she was going through reminded Margaret of her own

mother. Margaret's heart softened and she let out a sigh.

Then, she aggressively stomped her foot and glared at Charleston, who was standing next to her.

"That's why men are trash."

A trashy playboy was standing right next to her.

Charleston coughed softly. "Maggie, don't worry. I will never be like those men!"

"Who cares!" Margaret stomped her foot again.

On the other hand, Monique had already contacted the paparazzi. She recorded a video and

completely clarified Margaret and Samuel's relationship, or rather, a lack thereof.

Mrs. Allen had already personally stepped forward to say that Margaret was not the mistress.

There was no doubt that this evidence would have the internet turned upside down.

The netizens were all in a frenzy from having so many things happen simultaneously.

The earlier news stated that Mrs. Allen was so angered by the relationship that she had to be sent to

the hospital, yet now, she had just come forward to clarify that Margaret was not the mistress.

Finally, Margaret's fans who had always believed in her had a piece of evidence backing her up. They

expressed that they would continue waiting for the truth to be revealed.

However, some people remained skeptical. If Margaret really wasn't the mistress, why would Samuel

say that she was? What was her nanny car doing in the luxury residential area?

While the internet went nuts over the recently released news, Monique sat quietly on her hospital bed.

She then received a call from Samuel. She picked up the phone and put it on the loudspeaker.

"Monique, what are you doing on the internet?" Samuel questioned angrily.

Did he not throw Margaret under the bus already?

Why did that d*mn woman come out to clarify things?

"Samuel, answer me first. Where are you now?" Monique's tone was strangely calm.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm working?" Samuel sounded a little guilty.

"Oh, work? Hugging your pregnant lover is considered working?"

"How, how did you know?"

"Samuel, let's get a divorce!" Monique took a deep breath and said.

Divorce?

Samuel widened his eyes. He did not believe that Monique would talk about divorcing him.

Previously, he acted so unscrupulous because he was certain that Monique would not divorce him.

"Monique, listen to me. Emilia has promised me that she will leave immediately after giving birth to the

child." Samuel responded. What a joke. The whole company was basically being run and managed by

Monique. If they divorced, his company would be ruined.

"You don't want to agree to the divorce? Okay then. Let's see each other in court." Monique hung up

the phone without hesitation. The determination on her face was something she never had before.

"Don't worry. After a few days, I will personally hold a press conference about this." Monique assured

Margaret.

"Okay." Margaret nodded.

After the two of them left the ward, Margaret sighed.

"Why are there so many scumbags in the world?"

"Yup. So, marry me. I will give you a taste of what it's like to be with a loyal man!" Charleston looked at

her dotingly.

"Mr. Limbaugh, do you think I'm beautiful? Do you think I'll be famous?" Margaret suddenly asked.

Charleston was dumbfounded for a moment. He answered, "You are way too gorgeous. Plus, I've said

it before, you are everyone's favorite in the entertainment industry."

"I have the looks and the popularity. In the future, I'll have the money too. So, what else do I need you

for?"