Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the press conference.
At 5:00 pm, various media outlets gathered in the hotel's largest hall. Cameras were set up, angles were adjusted, and reporters
had their laptops ready, waiting for Daisy's appearance.
"Speaking of which, I thought it would be Victor or Josh stepping forward. I didn't expect it to be Daisy. She's quite bold. Her
husband is in jail, and she still has the energy to hold a press conference."
"Those men in the Schmidt family are smart. They're using Daisy as a shield, making her the target."
"Tsk, tsk! The rich really lack humanity. I pity Daisy."
"Pity? Timothy received bribes of tens of millions, enough to keep him in prison. Do you believe that none of that dirty money
found its way into her pocket?
"Anyway, I don't. They're just abandoning each other in times of trouble."
Soon, it was 7:00 pm.
With a mournful expression, a bare-faced Daisy arrived, wearing a black suit. Lowering her head, she walked onto the stage and
toward the microphone.
The glaring flashes covered her weary features. With red-rimmed eyes, she bowed deeply to numerous cameras.
Reporters started to ask questions.

"Ms. Daisy, Mr. Clemons' sudden arrest has shocked the nation. After all, he was a hot shot in the upcoming mayoral election in
Solana City. Were you aware of his actions?"
"I didn't know..."
Daisy's eyes were teary, and her face was full of grievances. She portrayed the image of an innocent woman wronged to the
fullest.
"I'm just an ordinary wife, tending to my family duties every day. I never asked about his work matters. I knew nothing about his
private dealings, bribery, and such.
"Besides, my maiden family is the Schmidt family, one of the four major families. I received a significant amount of money from
my parents when I got married. I wouldn't risk my reputation and ruin my family over such a trivial sum of money!"
"Do you genuinely know nothing about Mr. Clemons' actions?"
Suddenly, a male reporter interjected, his loud voice attracting everyone's attention. "Everyone in the industry knows that Mr.
Clemons rose from an ordinary prosecutor to the position of a prospective mayor.
"For him to rise this smoothly, your Schmidt Group's support played a significant role. Moreover, I have interviewed many staff
members who worked around both of you. They all claim that you're the strategist behind Mr. Clemon.
"You used the influence of the Schmidt Group to exert pressure on various fronts to help Mr. Clemons rise. Are you truly
innocent?"
Daisy glared at the reporter, but her eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head and defended herself. "No... I didn't... Which
media are you from? Please refrain from using unfounded accusations to attack me and my family.

"I've said it. I knew nothing about my husband's actions. But we're husband and wife, after all. If he did something wrong, I hold
the responsibility for not supervising him. So I called this press conference to apologize to the nation for my husband's actions."
As soon as she said that, the reporter pulled out a recording device and played a recording.
It was a clear recording of Timothy's staff's testimony. The content matched exactly what the reporter had mentioned earlier.
All eyes turned skeptically toward Daisy, anticipating her explanation.
"He's lying! He's purposely adding insult to my injury!"
Daisy's legs behind the table were shaking. Color drained from her face. Under immense pressure, she was on the verge of
collapse.
"He's smearing me! Now that my husband is in prison, our enemy has brought off that guy. That's why he's saying these absurd
things.
"Who's this person anyway? He dared to say such things but didn't dare to say his name? Tell me who said that! I'll definitely sue
—"
Before she could finish, an ear-piercing sound suddenly resonated from all directions.
Following that was a clear recording played through the public address system.
"Madam Lindsay, the ladies you've found for me recently are all quite good. The big shots are pleased with them. Their
horoscopes match my clients' too. My clients have been soaring.
"You know, these powerful people nowadays believe a lot in this. That's why your business is thriving."
"Hahaha! It's all thanks to your years of help, Mrs. Clemons. You've introduced me to many wealthy clients. They're all very
generous."
"It's mutually beneficial. If you have suitable ladies, remember to send them to me. Money is negotiable."
The recorded voices were clear, shocking everyone.
The crowd erupted into an uproar. The gazes directed at Daisy were filled with anger, piercing her being.

Who would have thought this high-profile, elegant, aristocratic woman would use feudal superstition to run a brothel?