Chapter 168 Who The Real
Mistress Is
“What the hell are you saying?” The woman’s voice trembled with anger, humiliation burning in her eyes as Renee exposed her on the spot.
The more furious she became, the calmer Renee remained.
Desperation took hold. She clutched Cassie’s arm and spoke frantically. “Cassie, don’t listen to her! She’s insane! We caught her in bed with Oliver, and now she’s just trying to pin this on me!”
Cassie’s expression darkened. “Oliver, tell me the truth. Is it her?” Her tone was sharp, a warning laced in every word. “If you lie to me again, I swear, I’ll throw you out with nothing!”
Oliver, still pinned to the floor beneath Renee’s firm grip, couldn’t do much more than lift a shaking finger in her direction.
“It’s her, Cassie. It’s her!”
Renee let out a slow breath, her voice steady and cold. “I already gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. Fine.”
With little effort, she pulled Oliver upright and shoved him toward Cassie. In the same motion, Renee grabbed the mistress and dragged her to her
own side.
Handling Oliver was easy enough for Renee, let alone this frail and rattled woman, who barely resisted.
“Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked.
Cassie, seeing her friend struggle, made a move to intervene. But before she could step in, Renee effortlessly pushed her aside.
“Just be patient. I’ll prove it to you,” Renee stated firmly.
She didn’t wait for a response. Pinning the mistress against the table, she gripped the fabric of her skirt.
“You have thirty seconds to confess. If you don’t, I’ll strip you right here,” Renee warned.
The woman’s face twisted in panic. “You crazy bitch! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Renee kept her grip firm. “The clock is ticking.”
Oliver, sensing things were spiraling out of control, stepped forward in an attempt to mediate. “Can’t we just stop this? Let her go. We both know the truth. Just admit it already.”
“Fifteen seconds,” Renee said, her voice unwavering.
“Let me go! You bitch! Let me go!” The woman thrashed against her hold.
The reporters didn’t miss a beat. Cameras clicked furiously, capturing every
second of the chaos.
Cassie hesitated before stepping forward again. “What exactly are you trying to do? Just let her go.”
For the first time, doubt flickered across Cassie’s face. Renee was too composed, too confident. It didn’t add up. She glanced at Oliver, and then back at Renee. If he hadn’t confessed, she might never believe Renee would
be with him.
But Oliver had said it himself–he said Renee had seduced him!
Then why did something still feel off?
Renee met her gaze and spoke calmly. “Guys, check under the bed.”
At Renee’s suggestion, a few sharp–eyed reporters wasted no time. They crouched down, cameras ready, peering under the bed.
“Looks like a pair of underwear,” one muttered.
“Women’s,” someone added.
Renee let out a quiet chuckle. She had noticed earlier that the mistress had been acting suspiciously the moment everyone stormed into the room. In the chaos, she had discreetly kicked something beneath the bed.
Renee had been watching her closely. There was one small but telling detail–the woman wasn’t wearing underwear. That alone had confirmed her suspicions.
Oliver and his mistress had been caught completely off guard. Neither had time to dress properly. Yet, instead of panicking, the woman had played it smart. She had slipped into the crowd, pretending to be just another bystander, blending in with those exposing the affair. Even Cassie had unknowingly served as part of her cover.
A clever move.
“Ten seconds,” Renee announced. “Either confess, or I’ll pull up your skirt for everyone to see if you’ve got anything on underneath. Then we’ll know exactly who the real mistress is.” Her voice was steady, unwavering. The countdown began.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One!”
