Chapter 535 He Came Riding on a Colorful Auspicious Cloud
A flood of questions crashed through Brooklyn's mind like a runaway train, each one more piercing than the last. The blinding images and the increasingly harsh insults and accusations pounded her eardrums like a relentless storm.
The words, sharp as knives, and the stares of a hundred people bore down on her alone.
"Brooklyn, Brooklyn, are you okay? Don't let Megan get to you. Stay calm, that's what she wants," Kelly tried to soothe her, worried that Brooklyn might faint from the stress.
Damn Megan!
Brooklyn's eyes were bloodshot, her fierce gaze fixed on the photos still rolling on the big screen. Hundreds of cameras were pointed at her, their flashes blinding her. In the vast hotel lobby, Brooklyn felt like she was being swallowed by a whirlpool, the tide crashing in around her.
"Mrs. Kingsley, how do you explain these photos? They were taken the day after your wedding to Mr. Kingsley. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Ms. Mitchell, who is the man in the photos? What is your relationship with him? Were you lovers before?"
"After marrying Mr. Kingsley, did you continue to see him?"
The questions came one after another, each more invasive and accusatory.
Ophelia had just taken a sip of her drink when the images on the screen made her spit it out in shock. What the hell was going on?
Megan's face lit up with feigned concern. "Oh my, what's happening? Who put these photos up? How dare you invade Mrs. Kingsley's privacy! Turn them off, now!"
Megan's apparent defense only fueled the crowd's anger towards Brooklyn. "Ms. Turner, don't turn them off! Let everyone see the truth about this woman! She's shameless!"
"Shameless! Let everyone see her true colors! Don't be fooled by her anymore!"
"Yes! Show everyone what kind of person she really is!"
The insults flew thick and fast, fingers pointing at Brooklyn, trying to bring her down.
Brooklyn's face, pale with shock, slowly regained its composure. She patted Kelly's hand and stepped forward, her striking figure and red shawl making her stand out in the crowd.
Despite the torrent of abuse, she remained unruffled, smiling lightly at the crowd. Her calm demeanor gradually quieted the insults, until only a few voices remained.
The photographers, however, continued to snap away, their flashes casting shadows on her elegant face.
Brooklyn glanced at the drunken image of herself on the screen and spoke, her voice clear and steady, "Ladies and gentlemen, the person in the photos is indeed me."
Megan laughed, stepping forward in her wedding gown, with Simon being pushed in his wheelchair behind her. "Ms. Mitchell, Mrs. Kingsley, I'm sorry some people have been careless and exposed your photos. But..." She smiled at the crowd, then turned to Brooklyn. "Since you admit it's you, could you explain to everyone what the esteemed Mrs. Kingsley was doing?"
Reporters in the crowd were already calling their editors, asking if they could publish the story, worried that Sebastian might shut them down.
Brooklyn heard the murmurs and saw the influence Sebastian wielded. Her smile grew more confident.
"It seems everyone is very interested in my private life," she said with a charming smile, causing many to gasp.
Simon spoke up, "Mrs. Kingsley, please explain these photos. If there's a misunderstanding, let's clear it up."
Explain? They were clearly trying to smear her name. Ridiculous!
Ophelia pushed through the crowd to stand behind Brooklyn. "Dr. Mitchell, stay calm. Anything you say now could make things worse. Let me get these photos taken down first."
Ophelia reached for her police badge, but Brooklyn stopped her. "Officer Montague, you shouldn't act rashly. You're here on duty, aren't you? Don't blow your cover."
Ophelia gritted her teeth. "Duty be damned, my job is to protect citizens. I'll have everyone leave right now!"
"Wait, forcing them out will only make things worse. Let me handle this."
Brooklyn refused Ophelia's help and addressed the crowd. "Are you sure you want to hear this? And Ms. Turner, Mr. Scott, are you sure you want to discuss this at your wedding?"
Lawrence's eyes were cold, but he didn't dare speak, waiting for Brooklyn to be brought down.
"Rumor has it Ms. Mitchell had a chaotic love life before marriage, frequenting bars. Is that true?"
Brooklyn smiled gracefully. "Ms. Turner, slander and defamation have legal consequences. Are you sure you want to go down that path?"
Megan crossed her arms and smirked at the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think?"
"If anyone knows about Mrs. Kingsley's past, it's me, her sister. We lived together for years, and I know exactly what kind of woman she is," Susie said, stepping forward with a disdainful smile.
Susie publicly accusing her sister of a chaotic love life was explosive news, the biggest scoop of the year!
Brooklyn looked at her calmly. "Sister, be careful with your words, or I might have to discipline the Mitchell family children."
Susie's eyes narrowed, her red lips curling in a sneer. "Dear sister, I never thought you'd be so unfaithful even after marrying Mr. Kingsley. I turned a blind eye to your pre-marriage antics, but this... I can't ignore."
Susie's vivid description made the accusations seem more real, and Brooklyn was now seen as an unfaithful woman. Reporters were eager to publish the story.
Megan's heels clicked as she approached Brooklyn, stopping less than a meter away. "Brooklyn, you betrayed Sebastian. I wonder what the Kingsley family will think of this."
"What else could they think? Ms. Turner, thank you for exposing Brooklyn's true nature. She's a disgrace to the Kingsley family! I'm sure my uncle and aunt won't allow her to stay," Amarantha said, stepping forward in her elegant dress.
Brooklyn silently laughed. 'It has revealed who Megan was colluding with. Perfect!'
Donny, the only Kingsley man present, became the media's focus.
"Mr. Kingsley, how do you feel about this scandal?"
Donny rubbed his forehead, pretending to be pained. "I'm sorry for Sebastian. I never thought the woman he married would be like this. The Kingsley family won't tolerate such a scandal."
With Donny's statement, the guests became even more brazen. "Brooklyn, you're a fraud! Slut!"
The insults escalated, but Brooklyn felt increasingly pleased.
Kelly and Ophelia were stunned. How could she smile amidst such hostility?
When the insults died down, Brooklyn took the microphone from the host, her voice cold and emotionless. "Are you all done? Now, let me say a few words."
Her voice echoed through the hall, amplified by the speakers.
Brooklyn looked around, holding the microphone. "Your imaginations are impressive. But look closely. The woman in the photos is me, but the man...you know him, too."
What? They knew him?
Hundreds of eyes stared at Brooklyn. "Who is he? Tell us who you cheated with!"
Brooklyn turned to the screen, her voice steady. "It's simple. He's my husband, Sebastian."
"Ha! Brooklyn, don't lie! No one will believe that! You think you can twist the truth because Sebastian isn't here? Dream on!"
"Cheating and lying, Brooklyn, you're a disgrace!"
Brooklyn rubbed her ear, frowning. "Why? My husband and I were celebrating our wedding night. We didn't expect to be photographed."
"Rubbish! Brooklyn, the man isn't Sebastian!" Megan interrupted, seeing Brooklyn trying to defend herself.
Brooklyn smiled innocently. "Oh? If it's not him, then who is it, Ms. Turner?"
Megan's face turned pale. "It's not him!"
Megan then smirked, taking a phone from her assistant. "Brooklyn, dare to call Sebastian and ask him where he was that night?"
She held the phone out to Brooklyn, putting her in a difficult position.
Brooklyn believed Sebastian wouldn't side with Megan, but asking him directly might be tricky.
Her hand tightened.
"What's wrong, Ms. Mitchell? Afraid? Forgot his number? No problem, I'll dial for you!"
Megan dialed a number, but—
A familiar ringtone suddenly echoed from the hall entrance!
Sebastian's ringtone!
Megan's face turned white, and the phone fell from her hand.
Drawn by the ringtone, the guests turned to the double doors. The crowd parted, revealing a tall, regal figure holding a phone, his eyes sharp and focused.
His presence was commanding, his aura intimidating.
It was Sebastian!
Sebastian, in a sleek black Armani suit and polished shoes, walked steadily into the hall.
Brooklyn's heart soared, feeling like a thousand rose petals were fluttering around her. The man she had waited for was finally here.
Sebastian's deep, magnetic voice resonated through the hall. "No need to call. I'll tell you myself."
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