Chapter 76
After a day of rest, Yvonne returned to the set.
She had been in the hospital for a week, and the production was behind schedule. For the next month, she was constantly filming. During that time, there were two more attempts on her life. The first time, her stunt harness was tampered with. The second, her lunchbox was poisoned.
Thanks to her police training and Bennett’s constant presence, both attempts were thwarted. They even caught one of the culprits, but he was just a low-level thug who knew nothing.
A month later, Yvonne’s scenes were complete. She flew back to Istra the same day for her court date with Matthew. Orıginal content can be found at ~net
The trial was public, and Yvonne had Sandra arrange for plenty of press coverage.
On the day of the hearing, the courtroom was packed. Besides Yvonne and Matthew with their respective lawyers, Mrs. Gonzalez was there with Verna. George, Teresa, Jeffrey, and Queena were also present.
Grace and Windy had even flown in from Vexel to support Yvonne.
The gallery was filled with reporters, fans, and curious members of the public, making it feel more like a movie premiere than a legal proceeding.
Yvonne sat at the plaintiff’s table with her lawyer.
Bennett sat in the front row of the gallery, close enough to keep her in his line of sight.
Matthew and his lawyer sat at the defendant’s table, both looking grim. Even now, Matthew couldn’t quite believe Yvonne had actually sued him.
Yvonne’s lawyer, hired by Sandra, wasn’t a multi-million-dollar superstar, but he was a top professional in his field.
More importantly, their evidence was ironclad. They had the original bank transfer receipt, which was clearly marked as an investment. They also had documents proving the source of the funds: the child support Mr. and Mrs. Spencer had paid her. The dates and amounts all matched up.
It was undeniable proof that Yvonne was his company’s original investor.
The original Yvonne had treasured these documents as a memento of her love for Matthew Now, they were evidence in court. The cony was bitter.
Matthew’s lawyer presented some circumstantial evidence, and Queena took the stand as a witness.
She sat there, her eyes wet and glistening, playing the part of the pitiful victim.
She insisted the investment money
was hers, raised by selling her
jewele
But she had no receipts-not
for the transfer To C
for the transfer not for the jewelry sales. Her claims were empty words.
She pleaded with the court to believe her, on the verge of tears.
It was an act that always worked on the Spencers and Matthew.
But a court of law deals in evidence, not theatrics.
“Do either of you have any further evidence to present?” the judge asked.
“The plaintiff rests,” Yvonne’s lawyer said.
“The defendant rests,” Matthew’s lawyer replied, his face sinking. The trial wasn’t officially over, but the outcome was clear.
A low murmur spread through the gallery as reporters prepared to pounce.
“It’s a classic story of a man kicking his loyal partner to the curb once he makes it
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“Exactly. That poor girl helped him
when he had nothing, and as soon
as he successful, be runs off with his that are the St love. Men like worst p>
“He ditches the woman who helped him when he was nobody. Disgusting p>