Chapter 39 

This woman had no remorse at all. She just wanted to publicly announce “I was defiled, I got sick to make people think I was a promiscuous whate 

I laughed coldly: “First, I don’t forgive you.” 

Her expression immediately changed. 

I continued: “Second, I’m afraid to disappoint you–last night, someone kind saved me. Those people you found, not one succeeded.” 

“I won’t get sick, and I won’t die.” 

“But you will become infamous.” 

“…!” She looked soul–drained, stunned like a wooden chicken. 

The “regret” on her face peeled away like old paint, revealing the hideous truth beneath. 

Rowan walked up to me in a few steps, hope lighting in his eyes, “Really? You… you’re really okay?” 

I coldly turned away, not answering. 

Seeing his expression, Moira was driven nearly insane: “This is impossible! I chose that hotel! It’s extremely private, and the room was so secluded, there’s no way anyone could have saved you! Who could save you? The Moon Goddess?” 

I looked down and smiled: “If you want to call him a goddess, fine. To me… he really is quite like one.” 

I thought of that person telling me with gentle firmness “you’re safe now.” In that moment, he was like a god descended from heaven, shielding me from all danger. 

Moira shrieked: “I don’t believe it! You’re lying! No one saved you at all, you’re just afraid Rowan will despise you-” 

I coldly interrupted her: “I don’t need him to ‘think‘ anything. Even if I really had been assaulted, the dirty ones wouldn’t be me, but those people, and you, the instigator.” 

She froze for a moment, then pounced forward roaring: “Stop pretending! If you really had a savior angel, call him out! Let us see who this divine being is!” 

I said nothing. 

Of course I wouldn’t drag Garrett Wylder into this. He was innocent, the person I should be most grateful to How could I let him be dragged into this mud because of me? 

“Can’t say, can you? You’re lying! You’re deceiving people!” She pressed her advantage, voice becoming increasingly shrill. 

Rowan also said nothing, but standing aside, his eyes similarly held doubt and expectation. 

Just then- 

A clear, low male voice rang out from the far end of the crowd: 

“I’m the one who saved her.” 

The entire venue instantly quieted, everyone instinctively turning to look. 

A tall, elegant man was walking slowly forward, in white shirt and suit pants, expression lazy yet carrying undeniable pressure. 

Someone gasped, exclaiming: “Garrett Wylder?!” 

“Which Garrett Wylder?!” someone asked confused. 

Chapter 39 

“Which other one could it be? The Garrett Wylder related to royalty! Garrett Wylder of the Wylder family!” 

“God! It’s Garrett Wylder!!” 

The banquet hall completely erupted. 

The Mercer and Ashenford families‘ expressions became incredibly complex, especially Rowan, whose eyes stared fixedly at Garrett Wylder, filled with wariness and hostility. 

A man’s intuition was never wrong–he was very threatening. 

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