Chapter 195 Playing The Victim At The Front Door

• What a tumultuous day it had been, with one drama unfolding after another.
• Before I could even escort the important guests out of my house, a red Ferrari 911 zoomed up to my front door. It was clear that the driver had been here before, as they stopped right at the entrance.
• The person was none other than Sharon, who had been desperately searching for her child. She didn't come alone, but she brought a horde of reporters with her.