Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 920

The audience was silent for a few seconds before erupting into an even larger uproar.

All those standing by Fiona's side calling for the boycott of Luna finally realized they were duped at that moment.

The matter of Luna bullying Fiona half a month ago did not exist.

Fiona being burned by Luna was all Fiona's own plan. She even prepared two plans, to steal Luna's sketches and to frame Luna for burning her.

In the end, Fiona was indeed burned.

However, her burns came about because she poured boiling water on herself in the VIP consultation room a t the hospital!

Her intention was just to frame Luna!

Once those two matters were explained, the others, like how Luna bullied her and forbade her from partaking in the core design work, or how Luna pushed her, were not that important anymore.

Because they did not need to guess to know that it was Fiona framing Luna.

At that moment, the crowd loudly jeered and reprimanded Fiona.

However, Bonnie seemed to be still unsatisfied.

She showed a few photos after the video.

"There is also something I would like to clarify. Regarding why Luna did not let Fiona partake in any o f the core design work. There is a reason."

She showed the photos, one after the other.

"These are some of the details of the edges and shading work that Luna requested Fiona to do previously. Those that know design could see that these are the most basic stuff. However, look, these are Ms. Blake's work. If you are the team leader, would you let a person like Ms. Blake partake in the core design work?"

The crowd was silent for a while, then a mixture of laughter and angry voices erupted, coming in waves.

Joey, who had not been talking all this while, furrowed his brows at that moment.

"This level of work..."

He turned to look at Fiona.

"What did you do to enter my master's team?"

"What else?" Samson, who was next to Luna, sneered and said, "It's because Ms. Blake is the Lynch Group's president's girlfriend."

Joey furrowed his brows and looked at the organizer President Calvin. Then he looked at Fiona.

"Is this elementary school-level sketch seriously done by you?"