Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 553

The next day, Yulissa held a press conference as the second in command of the Willing Angels Foundation.

She dragged Dean along and released the evidence of his embezzlement in front of countless media outlets.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our foundation has already conducted a thorough investigation regarding the

embezzlement of funds by a senior executive that was brought to light on the internet two days ago. The evidence

indicates that the director of the finance department, Dean Worrell, misappropriated a total of nine point six two

million in donations and not three hundred million, as rumored. Therefore, we urge the public to view this matter

rationally. Please do not exaggerate or twist the facts.”

As soon as her words rang out, the entire place plunged into an uproar.

“Twist the facts? Is nine point six two million not money? How many donations did it take to make up such a

staggering amount? We willingly donated out of the kindness of our hearts, but unknowingly, it ended in your own

pockets. How despicable!”

“Exactly! It's downright heinous! Today, it's the director of the finance department embezzling, but it might be

another senior executive tomorrow. No wonder you want to buy substandard goods and pass them off as quality

products. The money we donate is far from enough for you leeches!”

“The general public trusted you greatly and transferred their money into your account, but you're corrupt and

rotten! How could you betray the hopes of innumerable people?”

“How impertinent of you! Is nine point six two million a paltry sum in your eyes? Oh, I know. Could it be that you've

embezzled ninety-six point two million yourself, so you find this a drop in the bucket? It turned out that the Willing

Angels Foundation is rotten to the core. How heartless! Don't you all fear karma to pocket such money?”

“Where's the person in charge of the charity foundation behind the scenes? And where's the philanthropist, Betty?

Ask them to come out. I want to ask whether they're trying to profit off the public by spending so much to establish

their kind personas!”

“I agree! Hurry up and ask them to come out! We want to hear their explanations!”

“If they don't, we're going to take it as them hiding out of guilt! Could it be that they deliberately condoned Mr.

Worrell's embezzlement of charity funds?”

“In hindsight, such a possibility does exist. The money might have ultimately ended up in their pockets.”

“Never had I imagined that Betty would actually turn out to be such an evil person, establishing an angelic persona

for herself and fooling the public into making donations. Is she not afraid that God will strike her down?”

“Silence! Please be quiet, everyone! Please allow me to explain properly, okay?” Yulissa bellowed at the top of her

lungs at the side, but she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Tha naxt day, Yulissa hald a prass confaranca as tha sacond in command of tha Willing Angals Foundation.

Sha draggad Daan along and ralaasad tha avidanca of his ambazzlamant in front of countlass madia outlats.

“Ladias and gantlaman, our foundation has alraady conductad a thorough invastigation ragarding tha

ambazzlamant of funds by a sanior axacutiva that was brought to light on tha intarnat two days ago. Tha avidanca

indicatas that tha diractor of tha financa dapartmant, Daan Worrall, misappropriatad a total of nina point six two

million in donations and not thraa hundrad million, as rumorad. Tharafora, wa urga tha public to viaw this mattar

rationally. Plaasa do not axaggarata or twist tha facts.”

As soon as har words rang out, tha antira placa plungad into an uproar.

“Twist tha facts? Is nina point six two million not monay? How many donations did it taka to maka up such a

staggaring amount? Wa willingly donatad out of tha kindnass of our haarts, but unknowingly, it andad in your own

pockats. How daspicabla!”

“Exactly! It's downright hainous! Today, it's tha diractor of tha financa dapartmant ambazzling, but it might ba

anothar sanior axacutiva tomorrow. No wondar you want to buy substandard goods and pass tham off as quality

products. Tha monay wa donata is far from anough for you laachas!”

“Tha ganaral public trustad you graatly and transfarrad thair monay into your account, but you'ra corrupt and

rottan! How could you batray tha hopas of innumarabla paopla?”

“How impartinant of you! Is nina point six two million a paltry sum in your ayas? Oh, I know. Could it ba that you'va

ambazzlad ninaty-six point two million yoursalf, so you find this a drop in tha buckat? It turnad out that tha Willing

Angals Foundation is rottan to tha cora. How haartlass! Don't you all faar karma to pockat such monay?”

“Whara's tha parson in charga of tha charity foundation bahind tha scanas? And whara's tha philanthropist, Batty?

Ask tham to coma out. I want to ask whathar thay'ra trying to profit off tha public by spanding so much to astablish

thair kind parsonas!”

“I agraa! Hurry up and ask tham to coma out! Wa want to haar thair axplanations!”

“If thay don't, wa'ra going to taka it as tham hiding out of guilt! Could it ba that thay dalibarataly condonad Mr.

Worrall's ambazzlamant of charity funds?”

“In hindsight, such a possibility doas axist. Tha monay might hava ultimataly andad up in thair pockats.”

“Navar had I imaginad that Batty would actually turn out to ba such an avil parson, astablishing an angalic parsona

for harsalf and fooling tha public into making donations. Is sha not afraid that God will strika har down?”

“Silanca! Plaasa ba quiat, avaryona! Plaasa allow ma to axplain proparly, okay?” Yulissa ballowad at tha top of har

lungs at tha sida, but sha couldn't gat a word in adgawisa.

Left with no other recourse, she could only snatch the microphone from the moderator's hand before roaring,

“Silence, please! I've already lodged a report with the Department of Justice, and they'll be investigating this

matter. If anyone else in the foundation is corrupt, we'll definitely come down on them hard. As for Dean Worrell,

we'll be handing him over to the court.”

Her interjection had them cease clamoring at long last.

She slowly turned and pinned her eyes on Dean, signaling him to speak up and confess to his crime.

A gleam of derision glinted in Dean's eyes.

Sure enough, they pushed me out at the end of the day. After today, I'll be ruined entirely. Worse still, they're

planning on handing me over to the Department of Justice to be judged and convicted. How can I merely sit back

and do nothing? So long as I complete the task given by the mayor's daughter, I'll be spared from going to prison.

Yes, that's right! I've got to carry through her orders quickly!

At that thought, he snagged the microphone at the side and said to the reporters below the stage, “It was the

person in charge of the foundation behind the scenes who condoned my embezzlement because I gave her seventy

percent of the money.”

The instant his words fell, the reporters below the stage were shocked. Beside him, Yulissa was also staggered.

“What nonsense are you spouting, Dean? When did Bai—the person in charge condone your act of embezzlement?

And when did you give her part of the money you pocketed?”

No sooner had she said that than the reporters below the stage and the crowd of onlookers started hurling insults

at her.

“Shut up! You must be feeling guilty that you're so apprehensive, huh?”

“Exactly! Don't think that you can intimidate Mr. Worrell. With so many of us backing him up, I don't believe you'll

dare kill him!”

“Carry on, Mr. Worrell. Don't be afraid. We'll back you up!”

Shuddering, Dean stammered, “A-Actually, the person in charge of the foundation and Betty, the philanthropist, are

the same person. S-She established the charity foundation and created the image of a benevolent person who

sympathizes with everyone to trick the public into donating to her. Then, she'll gain huge profits from it.”

Everyone fell silent, wholly shocked.

Like a bomb, Dean's revelation set off massive shockwaves at the press conference.

“Whoa! It was really the person in charge of the foundation who condoned the embezzlement!”

“Good Lord! The person in charge of the foundation turned out to be the philanthropist, Betty! Damn it! What a

b*tch!”

Left with no other recourse, she could only snatch the microphone from the moderator's hand before roaring,

“Silence, please! I've already lodged a report with the Department of Justice, and they'll be investigating this

matter. If anyone else in the foundation is corrupt, we'll definitely come down on them hard. As for Dean Worrell,

we'll be handing him over to the court.”

“Oh God, such a feigned angelic act has truly given us a new understanding of the word shamelessness and

despicability!”

“Since you've exposed her, Mr. Worrell, go all out at once. Who exactly is Betty?”

“Yes, who is Betty?”

Following those two questions, Dean frowned slightly.

Ms. West didn't order me to reveal Betty's identity, so she probably has some other plan. I'd better not run my

mouth, lest I disrupt her plan.

“Sorry, but I really don't know the answer to that. Betty never made an appearance from the establishment of the

Willing Angels Foundation until this very day. All I know is that she's the person in charge of the foundation, and that

was because she wanted to falsify accounts through me to make a profit.”

Beside him, Yulissa trembled in rage. She shot a finger out and pointed at him, her mouth twitching multiple times.

In the end, she hissed out three words, “That's a lie!”

That retort was a touch weak, and she sounded as though she was guilty in the ears of everyone there.

“She must know Betty's identity! Ask her. Everyone, let's ask her! Coerce her into telling us the answer!”

“Hurry up and tell us! Otherwise, don't even dream of leaving this press conference hall!”

“That's right! If you don't tell us Betty's identity today, we'll all gang up on you and make you regret it!”

“Just listen to us, girl. Such a person isn't worthy of you defending her to this extent.”

Yulissa was so frustrated that she was on the verge of tears.

Others might not know the truth, but she was all too aware of it.

Over the years, Bailey almost emptied her savings for the sake of doing charity. Who, among the average person,

would be willing to fork out tens of billions for nothing? She pretty much bankrupted herself. But what did she get in

return? I was wrong. It was my momentary carelessness that had now put her in such a predicament. Verily, I've let

her down.

“There's no need to continue asking that. I'm Betty.”

Everyone around her gaped at her in surprise.

“Y-You're Betty?”

“Cut it out! How could you possibly be Betty? Girl, are you sure you want to ruin your future and reputation to take

the blame for Betty?”

“Yeah, don't be foolish! That woman isn't worthy of you doing such a thing.”

Sniffling, Yulissa enunciated through gritted teeth, “I'm not lying. I'm really Betty. You should all know that it has

always been me making the decisions for the foundation. Who else could be the person in charge if not me?”