Chapter 72


    A sizable bunch of reporters had gathered at the ballroom of the Van Hugh Hotel, carrying their camera


    and video equipment as they waited patiently. The many articles of Noah Quincy cheating on Angie


    had been taken down and blocked on Facebook very quickly, and many reporters thought the story


    was dead. However, Angie Grant had announced that she was going to do a press conference.


    Although Angie was now known as the ck Widow in the charity circles, all press was good press.


    She still had her own following and influence. Some of the reporters took note of her announcement


    and turned up here waiting for her. The press conference would take ce at 1pm.


    Angie Grant had not made an appearance ever since the incident that happened during the Charity


    Ball, so the media was naturally excited to be the first to see what she had to say.


    “You guys have seen the articles right? Do you think it’s true? The stuff about Noah Quincy cheating?”


    “I don’t know, but I didn’t expect Noah Quincy of all people to do something like this!”


    “Who cares if it’s true or not? What matters is perception!”


    “That’s right!”


    The reporters spected excitedly among themselves, until the moment Angie Grant appeared on


    stage. She was wearing a demure pink skirt and walked with her usual elegance. The atmosphere in


    the room was positively electric.


    In truth, Angie was still irked by her conversation with her father on the phone just now. How could her


    own father doubt her? As her emotions got the best of her, her eyes welled up with tears, making her


    look like a pitiful character on stage. She perched herself gently on a chair in the middle of the stage,


    almost like a frightened little rabbit, before she began taking questions.


    “Mr. Grant, are you holding this press conference to address the articles on Facebook yesterday?”


    “Did Noah Quincy really sample the goods and dump you right after?”


    “Did the chairwoman of the Charity Associatione in between your rtionship? Is that true? Do


    you know who the chairwoman is?”


    The ruthless questions came one after another. The video cameras started rolling as some reporters


    live streamed the press conference. There were many microphones set up in front of Angie as


    everyone awaited her responses. When Angie noticed her mother’s signal from the back, she gingerly


    raised her head, looking at the crowd.


    “Good afternoon, everyone,” she began. “I’ve invited you here today to clear up some facts of the


    matter. The articles on the inte are absolutely untrue. Noah Quincy is a good man, and he has not


    abandoned me after ‘sampling the goods’, unlike what some say. Noah is someone who’s very


    important to me, so I hope the media will stop ndering him…”


    Angie’s weak voice and gentle demeanor made the crowd wonder if someone had put her up to this.


    Was this press conference an borate attempt to restore Noah Quincy’s image? This opened a whole


    new line of questioning from the reporters.


    “Ms. Grant, did Noah Quincy instruct you to say this?”


    “Are you afraid of offending the chairwoman of the Charity Association?”


    “Ms. Grant, please give us the truth!”


    The reporters were coaxing Angie to reveal the third party, which was the exact result Angie wanted. If


    she had named the third party herself from the beginning, people might doubt her words. However, if


    she made it look like they had dug up the information themselves, it would seem more credible. She


    wanted to borrow the power of the people to sentence Madeline Grant to death!


    “With regards to the third party involved, I can only say that the chairwoman of the Charity Association


    did indeed take an interest in Noah, but this was not reciprocated by Noah. Once again, I urge you to


    stop the nder against Noah. Articles on Facebook are often sensationalized and untrue, just like my


    own episode during the Charity Ball. I may have stepped on the chairwoman’s toes, which led to untrue


    usations against me…” Angie paused and sighed for dramatic effect. She lowered her head


    gingerly, as if she was about to cry. The crowd of reporters knew there was more toe.


    “Ms. Grant, you’re saying the chairwoman set you up during the Charity Ball, and then came in


    between your rtionship with Noah?”


    “The chairwoman’s identity has always been a mystery. Could you reveal who she is, Ms. Grant?”


    Ahhh, someone had finally asked the right question! Everything was going exactly as she nned, and


    Angie breathed a sigh of relief internally.


    “She… is someone that everyone had met at the Charity Ball too. She has the same name as my


    younger sister, Madeline Grant. Initially, I thought she would have been a kind-hearted person, just like


    my sister. It turns out however that she is the devil. She has robbed me of everything and ruined my


    life…” Angie look of pain and destion was worthy of an Oscar award. On social media, many


    netizens were already trying to uncover the real identity of the Charity Association’s chairwoman. Some


    of them had even gone to the lengths of using facial recognition apps on the photos of the chairwoman


    from the Charity Ball.


    Who exactly was this woman who had walked the red carpet with Noah and took a family portrait with


    Noah and Colton during Colton’s birthday? It was clearly the same woman who was implicated as the


    third party in all those articles online. Madeline Grant’s reputation was about to be tarnished very soon!


    It was only a matter of time before the media glued all the pieces of information together and solved the


    mystery.


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    In just a few minutes since Angie’s announcement, someone had already penned an article online –


    ‘Imperia’s Princess of Charity, Angie Grant – An Innocent Victim’. The article was liked and shared by


    manyizens online. Angie’s tarnished image was slowly being repaired by her fans, one article at a


    time. Social media users were quick to judge, but also quick to forget. The keyboard warriors who had


    once said nasty things about Angie formitting fraud were now the same people who defended her.


    In their eyes now, Angie Grant was an innocent princess poisoned by a witch. They had the


    responsibility of defending and protecting her reputation now.


    Angie Grant embraced the tides of change as she scrolled through the articles on the Inte now. She


    spotted one titled ‘Madeline Grant, The Real ck Widow’, which pleased her to no end. She could


    slowly but certainly see some light at the end of the tunnel now. As the media reporters noticed the


    supportivements fromizens flooding in, they too changed their questions to keep theizens


    interested.


    “Ms. Grant, what is your rtionship with Noah Quincy now?”


    “Our rtionship has not been better. We celebrated his son’s birthdayst night. Even though


    Madeline Grant had pestered Noah for a photo with him and his son and shared the photo publicly,


    Noah was with me for the rest of the night. In fact, we do have ns to have children of our own


    someday…” Angie blushed as she shared this with the media. That would put a stop to the photos of


    Madeline, Noah and Colton going around the Inte.


    The reporters andizens were equally stunned and excited by this new revtion. The vitriol and


    hate against Madeline Grant was building up gradually as Angie shared more information. Just as


    Angie thought this was her chance at redemption, the doors to the ballroom swung wide open. Noah


    Quincy walked in the ballroom imperiously, with a group of people following behind him.